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Post by roxanne angel dakker on Dec 11, 2009 0:26:32 GMT
,,roxanne angel dakker! ``there's no one else to blame... slowly opening her eyes, roxanne looked around her to see something she did not want to see this weird morning and that was a guy, in her bed. no wait, she wasn't even in her bed, she was in someone else's dorm room, a random guy, someone she had never seen, well, maybe once or twice around school and the night before was slowly coming back. quickly she started to get dressed, hoping the guy didn't start to stir. too late, he had started. rolling over he smiled up at her and told her how amazing she was and that they should do it again some time. she grinned slightly and leant into him saying that she would think about it and see him sometime soon. of course, she had no intention of seeing him again, she didn't know his name and didn't want to, she didn't know his phone number and even if she did, she wouldn't know it was his because she didn't know his name, unless she listed his number under the date, but then again, she didn't know the date either so it was a big fucking academic. all she knew was that she was supposed to be in school, not yet, but soon to attend her lesson and sit around getting bored yet again.
finally getting away from the weird guy, she was dressed and strutting down the hallways of the senior accommodation, skateboard under her arm, wondering if someone of them would remember her, after all, she spent quite a lot of time here, she was always in someone else's dorm room, she was sure her dorm mate loved it, meant they wouldn't constantly have the annoying drunk girl passed out in their dorm room. then again, the person might actually like her, she hadn't spent any time with them since term started only a couple of days ago. all she knew about this place was the best time to go out on the town and when is a good time to sneak out. pulling her hat over her messy black hair, she continued to walk, now looking down at her large doctor martens. she reached into her leather jacket pocket and pulled out her cigarette box, slowly flipped up the lid and pulling out one cigarette to smoke before she entered her dreaded school, she didn't know if she could take another day of studying. sure, she loved music, but she hated school, she always had, it wouldn't change, unless nikki sixx became her teacher or something. woah, that would be epic! she would always be in school every day because she absolutely loved that guy.
she placed the cigarette between her lips, creating a perfect lipstick stain on the butt. searching her pockets, she patted each one, looking for her lighter, wondering if she had left it back in that guys dorm, she really hoped not. "awh fuck," she muttered under her breath. no, false alarm, smiling as she finally found that lighter in her pocket. but she couldn't smoke in the building, it was policy, nope, she would have to wait until she was outside. sighing slightly, she quickened her pace, needing to have that cigarette soon otherwise she was pretty much going to pass out from the whole no smoking thing, after all, she didn't eat, so she had to do something to replace it. the cold air rushed through her as she was outside and she shivered lightly, frowning into the distance and then trying to arrange her jacket, flipping the collar up slightly, then stuffing her hands in the pockets, she was going to wait until she found somewhere to sit before she smoked, she couldn't stand having to light her cigarette and trying to keep her hands warm, that just sucked too much.
she walked towards the academy building and looked up, remembering that she couldn't smoke within ten metres of the building. she furrowed her brow and decided to sit on the fountain, throwing her skateboard to the floor and placing her feet firmly on it. she searched her pockets for her lighter once again and pulled it out with a little struggle. she flicked the zippo open on her leg and then struck the lighter upwards to light it and brought it to the cigarette, lighting it with a large and long drag. as she exhaled slowly and was now slightly calmer than she was a few minutes ago. she closed the lighter by flicking it on her jeans again and slipped it back in her pocket. she took another long drag of the cigarette and smiled slightly as she watched to smoke coming from her lips as she exhaled, small swirls created little pictures in her mind. she looked off into the distance, already feeling the boredom of school getting to her already. she hated having to go in that building and proposed to spend as much time as possibly here and just never study again.
[ status ] finished.
[ tag ] open!
[ word count ] 829
[ outfit ] click
[ lyrics ] by me.
[ music ] walk of shame by bowling for soup.
[ notes ] woop, roxanne!
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Post by cyril alecksandre delabarre on Dec 11, 2009 2:24:43 GMT
 roxanne, 1039, the beatles. little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cyril was pretty sure he was the only exception to having pets in the dorms. Well, fish aside. He had always been an exception though. As a child Cyril had been given a choice, attend a school for the blind or attend a regular school and have someone who helped him out. He’d chosen the latter each time. Cyril wanted to be as independent and normal as he could given the circumstances. He wanted to be able to do things on his own and live on his own without having to always rely on someone else. So far he felt that he wasn’t doing too bad of a job. The only thing he needed help with was cooking but he was determined to get the hang of that as well. Well, he had his guide dog’s help but that didn’t count in his eyes. Speaking of guide dogs…
He woke to Bijou licking his face playfully, telling him it was time to wake up. She was his alarm clock and woke him at the same time every day. How she knew he would never know, but he was thankful for it none the less. He smiled and reached out to pet her, feeling her soft fur against his skin and her heavy breaths on his face. “Bonjour Bijou,”
[/color] he greeted her groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his other hand. He simply laid there for a few minutes, petting his companion’s soft fur with a small smile on his feminine lips. “Okay, off,”[/color] he told her as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Bijou jumped off and stood nearby, ready to help him as needed. He felt around a little before actually standing, reaching a hand out and searching for his bedside table. He found it and stood, using it as a marker to count his paces to the bathroom. A quick and rather painful shower later, he slipped while coming out, he was counting his paces and feeling the wall to get back to his room. He moved slowly and cautiously, feeling around until he found his dresser. His hands moved over the top of it before sliding down the front and searching for the first handle, which he pulled and grabbed a pair of boxers and socks from. He did the same thing until he had a pair of loose fitting jeans, a tee shirt and a sweater, pulling each on after making sure they were facing the right way. He had no idea if they matched and personally didn’t care; the concept of looking good had always escaped him. Why bother when he couldn’t see himself? He felt his way to the kitchen and carefully poured himself a bowl of cereal, using his finger to measure how much was in the bowl. He fed Bijou at the same time, enjoying the sounds of her chewing as he sat at the table. It was oddly quite that morning; his dorm mates must have left already. Or sleeping still. Either way he didn’t like the silence. It was eerie and felt empty so he hummed softly as he finished up his morning routine, brushing his teeth and combing his hair, though it still looked messy. “Get my bag and my shoes,”[/color] he told Bijou as he sat down on the edge of the bed again. Seconds later she dropped his messenger bag as his side and his shoes right in front of his feet. He used his feet to feel for the right ones, slipped them on, then reached for his bad and the dog’s harness. It wasn’t that Cyril had anything to do that day, he just felt like being outside. He didn’t like cooping himself up in doors. There was so much to hear and feel and smell outside. The air inside was stuffy and stale and left his mouth feeling dry. Besides, there was no harm in going for a walk. Well, none except tripping but that was something he was used to doing. Cyril fell on a regular basis, it was just how life went for him. He celebrated the days he didn’t trip or bump into something at least once. It was fun to just wander around Kyoto, letting Bijou guide him safely through the streets and going where she pleased. She always ended up leading him back to the Academy so he had no problem letting her lead him aimlessly around town. Sometimes he met some very nice people while doing this, which was what he was hoping to do today. His mind wandered as he walked, letting Bijou guide him through the halls and to the doors. She kept him close to the wall, his hand running along it lightly as he thought to himself. He thought about his music mostly, a soft tune playing in his head. As his fingers ran across the wall he hummed quietly. Cyril had never been much of a singer but humming he did a lot of. He didn’t have a very nice voice in his opinion and if he sang it was under his breath and usually in French. He was more comfortable using his first language. He almost always gave Bijou her commands in French as well though lately he had been getting her used to the other languages he knew. French, English and Japanese weren’t the only languages he knew. It wasn’t long before he felt himself reach the door, pushing them open with one hand and smiling brightly at the fresh air and beautiful smells. He took a deep breath in and just walked, loosening his grip on Bijou’s harness. She took this opportunity to walk off toward signs of life, pulling Cyril along happily. “Bijou slow down,”[/color] he commanded but she didn’t listen. She broke free of his loose grasp and ran for a girl, leaving Cyril to follow the sound of her dog tags. “Stupid dog,”[/color] he muttered under her breath, walking toward her sound and the smell if cigarette smoke. Bijou ran up to the smoking girl and nuzzled her hand, wanting to be pet. “Bijou come back,”[/color] he called out, annoyed as he continued to follow the smell.[/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by roxanne angel dakker on Dec 11, 2009 3:56:56 GMT
,,roxanne angel dakker!``there's no one else to blame... roxanne was now in a complete world of her own, she had no idea what was going on around her and she didn't really care at the moment. her mind was being filled with the hardcore tunes of the sex pistols, wondering if she too could one day be like them, but maybe not burn out so quick, and actually release more than one album. that was a bad choice, maybe the ramones was a better option for her, at least they were american as well. she wished for just one night she could play on a stage bigger than the electric and to a bigger crowd than fifty people. music was really what set her heart a light and it was really what kept her going. yes, she made out she was this rough and tough, hard nosed bitch, but in reality; she was just another lost little girl who didn't know where she was going, she wish for once she could just find someone who was a little more normal than her usual company. she guessed that was why everything was so addictive, because it only stayed with her for a few moments and it was gone and then she needed that feeling back. not a day went by when she was sober or hadn't slept with someone and that was because they were the only things that made her feel happy since she had stopped relying on people and her emotions, they just let her down.
people in the academy were moving around her so fast as she rolled her skateboard from side to side, trying to keep her legs a little warmer. she care much for running on the spot or huddling with another person to get warm, she could do it herself. she blinked, taking herself out of her little day dream and taking a long drag of her cigarette. as she blew the smoke from her lips, she gazed up towards the sky and sighed lightly, it was getting closer to winter already, she could feel it. it may have only been september, but in two months time it would be december and that would mean winter, and christmas, and she hated christmas. she hated most holidays apart from halloween, that was the only one she dug, she could go out, get drunk and not get shouted at by anyone. man, she wished she had a can of beer right now, but it was too earlier in the morning. saying that, she did once have cereal with beer, but that was a one off because her milk was off and she was in a foul mood. today, she wasn't too bad, she could probably tolerate people for the time being, but being in lesson was something she really didn't want to have to deal with. she didn't even know if she was supposed to have homework done of not, if she did, they could go spin because she wasn't going to walk to her dorm room to get it, that's for sure.
a dog barked. roxanne raised an eyebrow. she glanced around quickly, she was as confused as hell. she was sure there was a no dog policy on the campus or she would have been sure to have her little boxer with her. she loved that dog, but had to leave it with some friend, who she were sure would turn the dog into one of those weird punk dogs that all the posers have. she hated punk posers. taking another drag of her cigarette, she paid no attention to the sounds of the dog, she was sure she was imagining things, she did that a lot, came with the territory of being a alcoholic drug user. a cold shiver went through her as she tried to keep herself warm, huddling in her leather jacket and trying to make sure she was okay. sure, it wasn't actually that cold, but for her, it kind was, she was used to really high heats at this time of year and although starting her third year, she hadn't quite gotten used to the weather here in japan. she was always home sick, she just missed home, america more importantly. she wasn't a racist or anything, she just missed being able to grab a starbucks at any time she wanted it and not struggle with speaking japanese, she wanted go to a local punk show and not have to fight through the millions of screaming teenage girls who are just standing outside the venue. she missed going to the underground clubs and seeing bands no one had ever heard of.
something warm and fuzzy touched her limp hand that was hung over her leg and her eyebrow raised yet again. she casually looked down to see a dog, gazing back up at her with those big eyes and in all its cuteness. she grinned brightly as she bit down hard on the cigarette and looked down at the dog again. she began to stroke her lightly, glancing up to make sure there wasn't someone going to accuse her of stealing their dog, she was from new york, she was used to that. "d'aw, aren't you a cute lil one," she cooed in her new york accent, grinned brightly as she began to stroke the dog a little more, scratching under her chin and roughing up her ears. "bijou," she said confused. "what the fuck kinda name is that for a dog? i'm gonna call you mikey," she said with a little chuckle. she decided to stub out her cigarette as to not give the dog cancer and save the rest of it for later as she put the remaining part of the cigarette back in its box. continuing to pet the dog and play with it, getting it to sit next to her on the fountain and bringing back her childhood, it was all good. she then heard someone call out the name that sounded something like what was on the dog's collar. "yo bro, i think this dog is yours," she said smiling and waving him over slightly.
[ status ] finished.
[ tag ] cyril!
[ word count ] 1019
[ outfit ] click
[ lyrics ] by me.
[ music ] umbrella by all time low.
[ notes ] the start of a most epic friendship ^^
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Post by cyril alecksandre delabarre on Dec 11, 2009 8:46:57 GMT
roxanne, 954, the beatles. little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As Cyril called out for his dog the canine was too busy nuzzling a girl’s hand. Her furry, golden head rubbed up against the girl’s leg, demanding to be pet. The dog’s head rose as her chin was pet and she barked playfully, causing Cyril’s head to turn. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. As much as he loved his guide dog and as useful as she was he couldn’t help but get very annoyed when she ran off like this. She was still young and playful, definitely not as well trained as his previous guide dog. It was dangerous for Bijou to be running off like that. During these walks Cyril stopped paying attention to where he was. If she ran off when he was farther into the city Cyril would be lost and could get hurt. He relied on her to keep him safe. He couldn’t count how many times he had almost been hit by a car when he left her at home and used his cane instead. Or how many times he bumped into poles or tripped over people.
Her playful barks were what kept him walking, barks and voices. There were quite a few to distinguish from but one mentioned a dog after mispronouncing her name. He didn’t bother to walk toward the voice right away and instead reached in his bag and felt around. He could name off every object he grabbed a hold of, his keys, wallet, cell phone, there it was, his cane. Swinging the messenger bag back over his shoulder he pulled the ends to extend it, holding it out in front of him and moving it back and forth slowly. This really was a huge annoyance. He wouldn’t have minded so much if there weren’t so many people out today. He also wouldn’t have minded if they were elsewhere on the ground. He knew there was a fountain nearby, he could hear it, but how far away it was, how wide it was, where it was, was all a mystery. That was the last thing he needed, to fall in the fountain with how chilly it was.
He actually didn’t mind the cold all that much. The weather in France wasn’t very different from the weather here in Japan. Back home this was the time the weather started to get colder and his parents were always worrying about if he had the right sweater or not. They would constantly remind him to bring a jacket and pick out disgustingly warm sweaters for him to wear. Yes, Cyril was more sensitive to stuff like that, weather, air and atmosphere changes, but that didn’t mean they had to bundle him so much. He was tougher than he seemed, he could take the cold. He loved his family but he hated that they babied him. They acted as if the slightest touch would cause him to shatter into a million pieces. He understood that they were concerned for him and didn’t want him hurt but he wanted his independence.
Cyril was afraid of being useless. He was afraid of having to depend on others for everything. Even as a child he had wanted to learn to do things on his own. His family took a lot of little things for granted, not even stopping to think what it would be like if they lost one of their senses. They had never stopped to think about how their lives would be if they had lost their sight. His father, a surgeon, would be out of a job. His mother, a fashion designer, would also be out of a job. Even his older brothers’ wouldn’t be able to pursue their career goals without their sight. How did he know they took things for granted? He had asked them before he moved. Dressing, showers, eating, even a simple walk. He needed some sort of extra help for all of it. It annoyed him but he was used to it after twenty two years.
While he wanted to be able to see Cyril doubted he would ever go through any sort of corrective surgery to get his sight. He so badly wanted to be able to see the world but he was also afraid. To Cyril almost everything he smelled, heard, felt and tasted was beautiful. Even the rough texts he didn’t like he couldn’t help but admire. He saw, in his own way, the beauty in the little things. Would he still be like that if he was able to see? It was a question that went through his mind constantly. He avoided asking doctors about the possibility as well. If he was unaware of any sort of surgery to give him his eye sight he wouldn’t be tempted to go through with it.
His thoughts were interrupted when a female voice called out about a dog. He blinked and turned toward it, using his cane to make sure he wouldn’t fall into the fountain. Though knowing him he probably would anyways. “Can you bring her to me?”
[/color] he asked in an almost worried tone; as if he was scared she would get angry at him for such a suggestion. His cane hit something hard and he ran the ball at the end of his cane along it. Stone. Must be the fountain. He was glad he found it without falling in though he knew it would happen one of these days. He leaned over and felt around for the top of it and started walking toward her. “I’m sorry,”[/color] he said softly once he was sure he was close to the girl. “She’s not supposed to run off like that,”[/color] he explained.[/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
note: i was tempted to have him fall in XD
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Post by roxanne angel dakker on Dec 12, 2009 14:11:32 GMT
,,roxanne angel dakker!``there's no one else to blame... there was certainly one thing this hardcore punk didn't miss about new york and that was her good for nothing father. she had spent thirteen years of her life being hated by that man who would drink and just swear at her, abuse her and treat her as if she wasn't a human; hence why she drank herself to death, why she took drugs and most of all why she spent her time in loveless relationships. it sounded weird but it was the only way she could dull the pain from everything around her, she was exactly addicted to alcohol, drugs and sex, she was addicted to the highs she felt the good feeling that had been taken away from her when she was a kid. she couldn't enjoy simple things like the wind in her hair and the way the little leaves created ripples, instead she was drawn to the fact that that guy was rather cute and he seemed lonely. everything she did in life was to get her closer to feeling that high, sometimes she hurt people and she didn't want to, but if she did hurt someone, it was an accident, she never wanted to do that to someone, she was actually really friendly and loved to just hang out with friends. she just screwed it up sometimes, she was a rather big screw up and she knew it.
deep down, she did want to go back to new york, the parties there were a lot more wilder, people here had no idea what they were doing and most of all, they didn't have a good taste in music. she went to parties here, they were playing black eyed peas and fifty cent, she wanted to go to parties where they played megadeth and velvet underground. sure, she would stand the other parties because she wanted the free booze and sex, but she just missed decent parties. she had started to hold her own and they ended up as large parties on her whole floor, she did throw an epic party. the only problem with her parties, people who didn't like to party on her floor would hate on her for the noise and the mess in the morning, yet they never reported her or force her to clean it up because they were a little frightened of her in reality. that hadn't changed from back home, people were still scared of her, but it was fine there, she had all her other crazy punk friends to give them the finger and they would carry on running around and destroying the mall. she was a wild child for sure, but she hadn't really done that here too much for two reasons, one, there was no one to do it with and two, japan was a lot more strict with their police and such.
suddenly, she saw the stick and something killed her sexual thoughts. it wasn't the fact that she would bully him for being blind it was the fact that she couldn't live with herself if she randomly took advantage of him. she pushed those thought out of her mind and then looked back up at him, wondering if this was his dog, maybe it was his guide dog, hence why he had a dog on campus and she didn't. made sense in her head now so she wouldn't rip into him about privileges, after all, he was missing something she had abused her whole life with naked guys and flashing lights. she always heard that little adage 'when you close your eyes you see more of the world' and maybe it was true, but how was she supposed to see her veins if she closed her eyes? seemed like a stupid idea to her, so she carried on drinking until she passed out. she looked at the dog that seemed to know the male that was coming to join them and nodded to herself, she know knew that what she thought was probably true. the dog panted and wagged its tail like most dogs did when they were happy. she missed that about her own dog, that and the way he would dance to the festival song by good charlotte, but that was another story.
as the boy spoke, she smiled lightly and the rolled her eyes to herself, what was the point in smiling at him, the poor dude couldn't see it. she stroked the dog a little more and then turned to the male once again. "sure thing dude,"
[/color] she said in reply to him asking to bring the dog to him. she wasn't as heartless as most people thought, in fact, she was actually a pretty good friend to have around as she actually cared for her friends, though it took a lot to make her a friend of yours. she picked the dog up and stoond up on her skateboard, pushing off lightly to get closer to the male. she stepped off her skateboard and placed the dog on the floor, holding on to the leash as she looked down, watching the dog carefully to make sure she didn't run off again. "she's a dog, they always run off, they just love to watch us run after them," she said with a little chuckle, speaking from experience with her own dog. "here ya go," she said softly as she placed the leash in his hand, making sure she was gentle and gave him the leash properly, she did actually know what she was doing, weirdly. "so what kinda name is bijou for a dog?" she asked, trying not to sound like such an asshole, but probably just sounding like a racist, something she definitely wasn't.[/justify][/blockquote]
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