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my back has been breaking from this heavy heart. we never seemed so far, i’m hopelessly hopeful, that you’re just hopeless enough but we never had it at all
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Post by JENNA BAI LIN on Jan 14, 2015 5:13:24 GMT -5
[attr="class","JEX"] [attr="class","JEXBG"] [attr="class","rightpanelsJEX"] only thing that makes us feel alive, We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves, where our eyes are never closing,Hearts are never broken, And time's forever frozen still, so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,holding me closer 'til our eyes meet---------------- pupils that were dilated as a result of a record zero hours of sleep the night ahead viewed the page in front of the girl and the phone next to the girl. neither progressed into anything exciting. her book sat on her lap, then the table and then finally, jenna gave up on finding a comfortable position. part of her wanted the phone to ring so that she could do something other than read the same sentence over for the umpteenth time but there was that small part, a singular sliver that wanted the phone to stay silent so that maybe she could close up shop early. the cooks were all jabbering away, too loud of an environment for her to get any studying done and the aroma that was wafting from the back of the house was enough to put the girl off her lunch. her own personal pet was slumbering on the counter, a duck that she had saved from being someone’s lunch when it tumbled out of the crate and scurried into the little girl’s arm—it was love at first sight from there. ”daisy..”, she softly prodded the downfeathers of the wing to see if her pet could be of some entertainment but she only got a small snap of the beak as a warning, ”must have slept like poo too..”, she muttered before dropping her pencil to the counter. her level of boredom had struck that high as she proceeded to flick the pencil upward and let it roll down the incline of the counter. her eyes still felt like cement weights were sitting on top of them, ready to drag her down into the world of slumber and the offer was tempting but jenna knew that her parents coming in and finding her asleep would be a lecture that she was positive would be the death of her. sighing, she stood up and made her way into the back area, glancing to the cooks and flashing them a timid smile as she reached for one of the cooling eggrolls. maybe eating something would push the thought of sleep away. her fingers were burning as she gripped the pastry and was just about to take a bite when the phone began to ring. groaning, she placed her food down before reaching for the phone at the third ring, ”good evening, wonton express palace, jenna speaking…”, pausing to take a breath, ”how can I help you?”. the voice sounded familiar, it was deep and husky, it had an edge of danger to it and it gave her skin a tingle that she had not felt since he up and left her. her current beau did nothing of the sort for her, he barely got her fire going but he was sweet and caring and she was happy to an extent. jotting the order down, she gave the male an estimated time and then proceeded to hand over the order. ”lou is sick, you need to deliver this.”, she groaned and turned to the chef, ”if i leave, who will watch the phone?...” but he pointed to himself and she nodded, knowing it was futile to argue.
jenna had packed up her notebook and patted her sleeping duck on the head before she made her way out of the restaurant and to her car. tossing everything, her bag and the chinese food, into the front seat, jenna started the car and began to pull out of the driveway. taking a glance to the address, her eyes narrowed as she got to the red light, slowing the car to a complete stop and eyeing the address that she had written down only 20 minutes ago. this was his building. she remembered it well. maybe her lack of sleep was messing with mind. he was gone, she was happy, that was all there was too it. tossing the paper back onto the seat, jenna continued her pilgrimage from the restraint and then stalled the car outside of the building. she had not been here in a long time and it made her suddenly…sad. looking over to the food on the seat beside her, jenna grabbed for the knot and lifted it off the seat, bringing it with her when she got out of the car. adjusting the hat on her head, her steps were slower as she approached the door, slipping into the secured apartment building when someone was slipping out. the lobby looked different, it felt different too, she felt different. giving a small sigh, jenna made her way to the stairwell and climbed the flights. it was all too familiar and too much of a coincidence. facing the door of the male’s apartment, jenna knew who lied beyond the other side but she was not ready to face him. she had so much to say to him and all of her words were sitting heavily on her tongue, making that equal to the weight of her eyelids. giving the door three standards knocks, she stepped back with a small temptation to just dump the food and bolt. her family could do giving away a free meal, right? her window of opportunity vanished as the doorknob visibily turned and the door was pulled open to reveal the one and only nixon. ”…that’s…22.50.”, she spoke before adding a stern, ”sir.”. [newclass=.JEX]width:450px;height:300px;background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr6cbRaa-qI/TZTISHxEMsI/AAAAAAAABgk/PzMun0xRN-k/s640/tumblr_l8kjfvT6sN1qa0a81o1_500_large.png);overflow:hidden;text-align:left[/newclass] [newclass=.JEXBG]width:450px;height:300px;[/newclass][newclass=.rightpanelsJEX]width:150px;height:50px;margin-left:450px;margin-top:130px;transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;[/newclass][newclass=.JEXBG:hover .rightpanelsJEX]margin-left:40px;transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;[/newclass] |
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i can't escape this hell, so many times i've tried but i'm still caged inside. somebody get me through this nightmare. i can't control myself.
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Post by NIXON JEREMY COSTELLO on Jan 14, 2015 23:48:56 GMT -5
winds are howlin',
i can feel it in my bones. are we drowning? we were to ships in the night, passing by the pale moonlight and capsized. we were two ships in the night hellbent on trying to survive and capsized-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Ever since Nixon returned back to his home in Los Angeles with Hunter, he'd gone off the rails a little bit harder than he intended to. There was just something about this place that brought back all the bad memories within him that toyed with the dark monster hiding in his head that he'd named depression. What wasn't helping matters was the fact that he failed to take his medication like he was supposed to and instead replaced it with alcohol which only caused him to slip further into this mania. Nixon knew that Hunter was worried for him, but the two of them understood that this wasn't something that either of them could stop. From the time his younger sister killed herself, he'd been trigger happy and constantly looking for the one fight that would take him from this life and put him into the next. This life, however, wasn't so kind to him and continued to spare him for some reason that he could only chalk up to be spite. It was his fault that Rose felt so alone that she downed a whole bottle of pills. Had he paid even just a little more attention to her, he would have noticed the signs of her depression and she would have told him about the kids at school and he would have quickly brought an end to that problem. But he hadn't. His head had been shoved too far up some rich girl's ass that he forgot about his priorities. He neglected the one he truly loved and then she slipped right through his fingers. Nixon would never forgive himself for that and so he continued to torment himself instead. Almost every night he would go out with or without Hunter, get drunk, fight, and return home to pass out with another beer in his hand and a set of new bruises on his face and body. Yesterday night had been especially bad. So bad, in fact, that he woke up that day still tipsy off the alcohol in his blood. Which, of course, brought him to make a very poor decision that a sober him would have never even thought of making.
The number for the Chinese place was still programmed in his mind. He could recall it even in this drunk/hungover state of mind. Without thinking about it, his fingers pressed the digits and he placed his order. Jenna worked there. He knew this because he knew her and almost everything there was to know about her family. A long time ago she had been his... something. Nixon couldn't remember if they had ever made anything official, but it didn't exactly matter now anyway. That was something he'd thrown away after he bolted from the city with Hunter after having taken part in a murder. Now he was back and apparently she'd never left because her family's business was still running. He had no way of knowing if she would be the one to bring his order, but part of him was hoping that she would. He was drunk and out of his mind, his head still reeling from the fight a few hours earlier. Bruised and battered, NIxon stumbled around his apartment, looking for his wallet so he didn't take too much time when the knock came at the door. Eventually it did, but he still hadn't found his money so the person standing on the other side was forced to wait a minute or two before he opened it. "Sir? Pretty sure you know me better than that, babydoll." Nixon smiled at her, referring to her as the old nickname he'd once used on her. "But if you've really forgotten, it's Nixon." For a moment he fumbled with his wallet, trying to figure out which bills and coins would create the correct amount of money. Math was hard when you were this fucked up. "How've you been?" He brought up the question to buy himself some time was he slowly counted out the money for her. |
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my back has been breaking from this heavy heart. we never seemed so far, i’m hopelessly hopeful, that you’re just hopeless enough but we never had it at all
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LOS ANGELES, CA
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Post by JENNA BAI LIN on Jan 20, 2015 4:21:45 GMT -5
[attr="class","JEX"] [attr="class","JEXBG"] [attr="class","rightpanelsJEX"] NIXON JEREMY COSTELLO, uniform, 734, hmm..her fire is a little off. i think she's more concerned at this point. only thing that makes us feel alive, We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves, where our eyes are never closing,Hearts are never broken, And time's forever frozen still, so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,holding me closer 'til our eyes meet---------------- she loathed the cooks at this very moment for taking over her position and making her a delivery girl. she preferred to sit at the counter with her duck and read the latest chapter assigned for that week. it was a less stressful job, only having a handful of walk-ins at night and they were usually easy to deal with unless intoxicated or she had to explain why she was working there. noah even stopped by sometimes and distracted her a little bit from the phone and the pressure of having to work almost all night and then get up for school. sometimes, the hours would fly by if she had company and jenna supposed that runs like these helped the hours pass as well but not now. this particular moment, time moved slowly and the only reason jenna knew that was from how many nights she had been here studying with nixon or just talking and drinking. it felt like forever in his apartment and that was a good thing at the time. it was always the perfect distraction, the greatest way to pass the time because time stood still here. now, it was torture. she felt her stomach drop at the sound of the buzzer code that she remembered letting her into the very apartment building. she often came here no matter what time of day and nixon had entrusted her with that code to get in when he was not home. his house was like a haven and now, she had no desire to walk down memory lane. but it came to her anyway with each step closer to the door, she had memory upon memory piling up as she walked down the hallway after having climbed the stairs. she remembered tripping once after getting a little too tipsy off wine and sleeping it away on his couch with him close. he was always close and then one day, he was gone. she could play off that pain, treat him like a stranger since, he basically felt like one at this moment. news, gossip, it never really reached jenna which is why she was certain that his, and most likely hunter’s, return to the city never reached her. this would have big news in the neighborhood that they grew up in but jenna moved on from that, or she had thought. climbing the steps to his floor and standing in front of his door made her feel like nothing had changed. but she knew that was not true, everything had changed and jenna tried not to let that wish delude the truth of the situation.
taking a small step back, jenna waited there while listening for the sounds of rustling and anticipating the opening of the door. her window of opportunity to leave the food was quickly gone as the door knob turned and the other side revealed nixon. her mouth could have dropped open and a gasp would have left her mouth if she had not been looking at his shoes instead of his face. his own voice stung her, especially that fucking nickname that he had come up with just to irritate her. she used to love it, craved it when he was around but now, it was just an empty reminder of his departure. ”pretty sure i don’t….”, the fire in her words quickly dying away as she finally did look into his eyes and that potential gasp was released along with her hold on the bag of food. she stepped closer, ”that hasn’t been forgotten..”, commenting lightly, even giving a ghost of a smile before shaking her head and looking at his fumbling fingers. the aroma of stale liquor wafted off of him and made her want to gag, ”fine.”, curt response as she continued to watch his attempt at getting the money out of his wallet. she bent down to get the food from the floor, inspecting the bag with her free hand for any leaks before looking back up to him, ”seriously nixon, don’t have all night…”, but again, the fire in her voice died away as she noticed the dried spots of blood on his hands and his forehead, a cut above his eye, ”what did you do?”, she mumbled before reaching over to take a twenty dollar bill from his hand and shoving the food into his arms. [newclass=.JEX]width:450px;height:300px;background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr6cbRaa-qI/TZTISHxEMsI/AAAAAAAABgk/PzMun0xRN-k/s640/tumblr_l8kjfvT6sN1qa0a81o1_500_large.png);overflow:hidden;text-align:left[/newclass] [newclass=.JEXBG]width:450px;height:300px;[/newclass][newclass=.rightpanelsJEX]width:150px;height:50px;margin-left:450px;margin-top:130px;transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;[/newclass][newclass=.JEXBG:hover .rightpanelsJEX]margin-left:40px;transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;[/newclass] |
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i can't escape this hell, so many times i've tried but i'm still caged inside. somebody get me through this nightmare. i can't control myself.
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aggressive
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Post by NIXON JEREMY COSTELLO on Jan 23, 2015 21:20:00 GMT -5
winds are howlin',
i can feel it in my bones. are we drowning? we were to ships in the night, passing by the pale moonlight and capsized. we were two ships in the night hellbent on trying to survive and capsized-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Nixon really had no idea why he was putting himself through all this bullshit. Did he really deserve to have his face beaten in almost every night of the week? Did he really want to have his ex girlfriend come all the way to his old apartment to deliver food to him when he was still drunk off the alcohol he knocked back the night before? Well, no, he probably didn't want those thing but he probably deserved the pain of cutting open old wounds. Who knows. Maybe tomorrow he would give Averly a call just to see how the fuck she was doing with her husband. Ask her if she still thought about him and the promises she made when they were kids. Not until he was done tormenting himself with Jenna who, in all honestly, was the only woman he truly loved. There was just something so different about her. Something so electric and alluring about her and the love that they once shared together. Thinking about it sent a knife right through his gut and splinter in his heart. When he left Los Angeles, he spent so much of his time in bars, in bed with strangers, and hungover in class that he hardly gave himself enough time to miss her properly. But fuck, did he miss her now. Driving back into the city made him remember all the moments they shared together. All the places they'd been and places they said they would go one day. Until he fucked it all up of course. Just packed his bags and ran because he became a murderer. Honestly, maybe he should have stayed away because she deserved better than that. Jenna wasn't the kind of woman who should be forced to suffer because she was in love with a killer... and that's exactly where they would have ended up of they kept being together. Yeah, the love was real, but so was his anger and depression and addiction to fighting because he secretly hoped that one day he just wouldn't ever get back up from a fight. She deserved more than that because she would never find true happiness in it. Nixon would end up hurting her either way. So he should stay away. But he was drunk and masochistic. So he called the restaurant despite all of the reasons he had not to.
When the bell rang, his heart didn't flutter and there was no excitement stirring around in his stomach. She wasn't here to come see him. Hell, he could only imagine how much she didn't want to be standing outside his door right now, but whatever. She'd only be here for a couple of minutes and then he would never see her again. That was all he needed. Just a few minutes to get a taste of what he used to have but gave up so he could torture himself with it later. "You do. Not much has changed since I left. Just a little worse off than before." Nixon shrugged, his tone a little flat. When he'd been with her, he started to get better. She helped him battle through the darkest corners of his mind and saved him whenever he felt like he was drowning. Now all he had was himself to keep him afloat, and Nixon didn't necessarily care whether or not he sank down to the bottom. "Glad you remember my name though." Like her, he smiled a little even though it hurt like a bitch. His lip split open a little and blood started to creep out from the cut. He licked it while his fingers counted out the money. "Shit, yeah I know. I'm sorry. Here." He decided just to give her most of what was in his wallet, hoping that would cover it and leave her a nice tip. Not like he really needed the money anyway. His rent for the month was paid and he still had a lot of beer in the fridge. "Me? Ah, the usual. Got my ass handed to me but y'know, I'll live. Always do. Just hurts like a bitch for a little while." Nixon pocketed his wallet and took the food from her. Then he took his last good look at her because he knew this would be the last he'd ever allow himself. "Thanks. Have a good night then, yeah?" He smiled again, causing the split to widen even further but he didn't really give a shit at that point. Could hardly feel the pain really, because his heart was already killing him. |
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my back has been breaking from this heavy heart. we never seemed so far, i’m hopelessly hopeful, that you’re just hopeless enough but we never had it at all
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STUDIOUS
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SASSY
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UPTIGHT
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CHINESE FOOD DELIVERY GIRL
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LOS ANGELES, CA
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UNIVERSITY JUNIOR
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HETEROSEXUAL
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Post by JENNA BAI LIN on Jan 28, 2015 14:07:47 GMT -5
[attr="class","JEX"] [attr="class","JEXBG"] [attr="class","rightpanelsJEX"] only thing that makes us feel alive, We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves, where our eyes are never closing,Hearts are never broken, And time's forever frozen still, so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,holding me closer 'til our eyes meet---------------- a tug to her worn out heart strings began to give way while standing there, watching the only man that she had ever loved fumble with the money with shaking hands. if jenna’s emotions were not clouded by her better judgement, she would have wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly at this point—but she was aching. she was still recovering from the hit that he had just left and now she had to bounce out of this perpetual state of fantasy now that he was back, alive and half well. she could see his own heart strings were worn down and then naturally, his face looked a bit puffier and more red due to the burst vessels from fist to face. she gave her head a small shake, tilting it down so her eyes met the floor where the food was sitting at her feet, half tipped over and jenna prayed that every styrafoam container was still intact and nothing had leaked out. she really did not want to go through round two of this awkward reunion. really, there was no way to do it right so jenna had to give herself a pat on the back for keeping her composure. but her resolve was quickly peeling away as he spoke, ”then i don’t…”, picking her head up ever so slightly to give a quick glance into his eyes. he was different, he was not the same man that left here and really, jenna had no clue why he had just decided to leave but she was not going to let that detail be lost in her mind. it stayed at the front of her thoughts, sitting there and reminding her. the thought kept her from reminding herself what his lips tasted like or how perfect her body always molded into his. she had to stay strong, ”it’s not exactly a name that you hear every single day.”, one side of her lip pulling up to give a half attempted smirk but that quickly faded away at the sight of his own blood leaking from a cut in his lip. it was like a piece of him was dribbling out, a part of his soul and jenna then wondered how many more fights it would take to knock the life right out of him.
while he spoke, her eyes wandered from his own gaze to the dark grey circles under his eyes. he had not slept in quite some time, it even looked like they were permanent, like no amount of a good night sleep would erase them from his pale complexion. he looked fit but his cheekbones were a bit more noticeable, she nodded as he finished speaking as jenna did not want to give the impression that she was not listening. she was, intently actually, but she was also inspecting and her eyes caught the cut above his eye and then when he lightly turned his head to depart from her, she spotted the source of most of the dried blood—he had quite a hit to the side of the head. sighing, she pocketed the money that he put into his hands, deciding she would count it out in the car and put the left over in an envelope because she felt that the bundle was way over the price of the food and an appropriate tip. he always did tip her nicely after all, but even this was going beyond the word generous. ”wait..”, she mumbled out, putting her hand to the door as he attempted to close it. questions ran through her head like a teleprompter, wanting to know so many different things but with her other hand, she pointed to the gash to his forehead, ”that’s infected nixon and so is the one above your eye…”, speaking with some authority laced into her voice. she wanted to do something about it but was not sure if that was her place anymore. oh, hell with the standings at this point. stepping closer to him, she put herself into his apartment and shut the door. she gave him a glance over before pointing to the couch which she could see was decorated in beer bottles and take out boxes. giving her head another shake, showing a slight disappointment but not a surprised look, the girl walked into the bathroom and rummaged through his supplies. she had stashed a first aid kid at one point but had only found the remains of some of the bandages and the alcohol swaps. rolling her eyes, ”big baby..”, she commented while walking back into the living room, ”sit.”, she commanded while making space for herself on the table in front of him, piling up the containers and sliding the bottles over to the other side. she inspected the spot before sitting down, ”so tell me something nixon..”, speaking while starting to peel the alcohol swap wrapper. [newclass=.JEX]width:450px;height:300px;background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr6cbRaa-qI/TZTISHxEMsI/AAAAAAAABgk/PzMun0xRN-k/s640/tumblr_l8kjfvT6sN1qa0a81o1_500_large.png);overflow:hidden;text-align:left[/newclass] [newclass=.JEXBG]width:450px;height:300px;[/newclass][newclass=.rightpanelsJEX]width:150px;height:50px;margin-left:450px;margin-top:130px;transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;[/newclass][newclass=.JEXBG:hover .rightpanelsJEX]margin-left:40px;transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;-ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out 0.2s;[/newclass] |
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