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Post by noah on Aug 14, 2010 20:23:02 GMT -8
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The nineteen year old boy began to question his coming to this farm. He wasn't sure it was such a good idea. Being surrounded by the one thing that his father introduced him to made him remember the paternal being even more. Ever since the death of his father, Noah stopped riding. He told himself he would never ride again. It was hard however because ever since he started riding, his life changed. He had become a different person. He used to be a trouble maker and very outgoing. Then he began to ride horses and really got into it. The thill of the ride and jumping and creating a dance with a horse in dressage. But when his father was killed by a drunk driver, Noah became angry and would not go down to the barn anymore. His mother began to get worried about him, not really sure how to help. He needed to get back into the saddle. However, Noah had other ideas.
Noah felt like going for a walk and so he got himself ready and then headed to the park. He wasn't ready to step onto the farm property after dropping off his horses. He knew they were in good hands and wasn't worried about them at all. Sure, he should probably ride them since he hasn't ridden them for weeks but being the guy that he is, that wasn't going to happen yet. Noah pulled up to the city park and shut off the car. He looked around and then leaned back to the backseat and pulled out a bottle of jack daniels. This was the drink he always drank when he wanted to get wasted. Yeah, the guy that killed his father was drunk but this was the only way Noah knew how to forget everything and just go numb for a few hours. He undid the top and took the first drink. It stung a little but slid down his throat with ease. Noah looked around again and not seeing anyone he began chugging the full bottle of jack. This was going to be an interesting evening.
After what seemed like hours but really only being twenty minutes, Noah had drank over half the bottle and still going. It was getting boring in the car so he grabbed the bottle and got out of the car, heading over to a picnic table. Oh yes much better. He sat down on top of the table and watched the people out in the park. There wasn't anyone near him at the moment and he took another chug. Oh boy his father would be just so proud of him right now. That thought brought an angry chuckle to Noah's lips and a smug smile. His eyes began to glaze over as the liquir began to do its damage. Noah looked over his shoulder and saw a figure beginning to move towards him. From what he could tell it was a hot blond. He put on a grin and waved. "Hey sexy. Why don't you come on over and join in the fun." He chuckled and then took another drink. The anger that once filled his body now replaced with drunken stupidity.
"Speach"
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Post by annaleighchadwick on Aug 15, 2010 10:31:24 GMT -8
 [ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your( favorite poison )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Darkness was falling over the last breaths of the spring day, suffocating with a grey fog that turned the newborn evening a misty shade of dark blue. Cars backed out of the near empty lot of cement adjacent to the park, keeping their headlights dimmed in order to see through what was nothing more than low-lying clouds. One car remained in the space, a foreboding to Annaleigh Chadwick, but nothing to calm the infectious fever she'd caught to see the stars tonight. There weren't many streetlights in the Addison City Park, since a curfew was generally enough to keep kids out of the parking lot this late at night, and no one anticipated joggers to feel the need to run at midnight. It wasn't perfect conditions, she might have to wander off into the trees a bit until she found a clearing, but it was better than the brightly lit suburbia her parent's house sat near. The lights from the Dollar General across the street glared through her window constantly, creating an artificial daytime, making it hard to sleep. Here, it was quiet, peaceful. She could get away from her mother's phone conversations with her new boyfriend.
It's not that she really hated her all that much for the divorce. Some things just couldn't be helped, especially after she'd given her parents so much trouble. She'd been a burden, one that they couldn't figure out how to share. So she was passed on to her mother, and here she was, present day, as screwed up as ever for all the pain. It wasn't enough to make her cry any longer, she'd moved on for the most part; but she still liked to brood about it in her few moments alone.
She wasn't expecting to meet anyone in the park tonight. If anything, she half anticipated a starved wolf, lost from home, to spring out of the bushes and eat her. Of course, the boy sprawled across the picnic table with a bottle of liquor in hand was nothing of the sort. Not many differences between them, of course. She was his prey, he was the predator. Hey, sexy. He slurred, his voice effectively scaring the shit out of her. Why don't you come on over and join in the fun? He propositioned. The blonde froze, eyeing him timidly. "Uhm ... do I know you from somewhere?" She muttered cautiously, though she was almost certain she didn't. Still, she had no better way to explain the situation. She had never been hit on before; the 'sexy' comment must have been a joke. Maybe he was one of her classmates or something. Or a rapist. Either way, she was ready to get the hell out of here. Screw the stars. "You're really not supposed to be out here," She offered, trying to be helpful. If he was caught with the alcohol, it could be a problem, though he looked borderline twenty-one. Did it still count as being drunk in public if no one was really around? Annaleigh crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortably, pursing her lips in thought. "I mean, you look like you have enough problems without the law on your case." Maybe reasoning with him could convince the boy of changing his mind. That is, if he'd been planning on trying to pull something on her. Oh, who was she kidding? He was drunk in the park and eyeing her suggestively, it was past midnight, and there was really no way to escape, considering she'd brought her bike here and he was the obvious owner of the lone car in the parking lot.
Yep, she was screwed.
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listening? | blink-182 |
who? | noah is a hot mess. (: |
anything to say? | CHOCOLATE MILK |
wearing? | gwahah, i love it. |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
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Post by noah on Aug 15, 2010 21:33:23 GMT -8
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ah, freedom. That's what this place was. So far being here around Addison and Crossfire Farms wasn't really all that bad. Things were starting to look up for Noah. Not! Did his mother really think bringing him to a small fucking town in Texas was really going to get him to forget his father? Bullshit! Noah wanted to go back home. He wanted to be back at the family ranch where all the memories of his father were. That is where he wanted to be. Not thousands of miles away in a town he knew no one and wanted nothing to do with it or the people in it. Sure, he had his horses, but did that really matter? No. He would rather have his father. But now, that bastard of a drunk driver killed him. Would he ever see him again? No! But here he was in Texas, his mother trying to put on a smile like nothing happened. That was what bothered him the most. It was like she didn't miss him at all. What the fuck woman? He was your husband. Why don't you just go out and re-marry and act like he never existed while you are at it.
Anger began to build in Noah's body. He became tense and cold. The alchohal only adding the anger building inside him. Noah never drank when his father was alive. Ever since he got involved in horses, Noah became a very well mannered kid. He fell in love with riding and spending time with his father. Things couldn't have gotten any better. Noah started competing and doing very well for just starting out. He has only gotten better. But then his father was killed and he stopped riding or having anything to do with horses. His mother was worried about him. She knew he was giving up something that meant a lot to him and something that he was really good at, so she found Crossfire Farms and brought him to Addison Texas. But so far, things weren't really looking very good for the young nineteen year old.
So here he was, laying on a picnic table in the middle of the city park at midnight with a bottle of jack. What a night. Anger only continued to build in his body and mind as he continued to think of the past and the present. Noah took one last drink of the bottle as he finished it off. Right before the blond girl came walking up, he threw the bottle into the darkness, only to hear it shatter in the distance. As he spoke to her she seemed to be freightened. Noah only laughed. Know him from somehwere? Noah sat up on the picnic table and just stared at her. "Shit I don't know." Noah continued to look at the girl. The moon was bright and was shining down on them, he could just barely see her face. He laughed out loud histarically as she said he shouldn't be here. "Oh really miss smarty pants? Then why the hell are you here? What, you got special privledges?" His voice grew angery and cold. He was not being sarcastic or funny. He was seriouslly annoyed that someone would even say something stupid like that and they were standing right there, and god knows she wasn't there to come and get him. The next thing she said just set him off even more. "And what the hell do you know about me? You don't know anything." With that he pushed himself off the table and pushed himself towards the girl, stopping just infront of her. "You just think you are so smart don't you." His eyes were dark and angry and his voice was cold and icy. He was not someone to piss off right now.
"Speach"
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Post by annaleighchadwick on Nov 13, 2010 11:12:57 GMT -8
[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your( favorite poison ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The situation seemed to be getting better for a moment. At least his laugh wasn't the sinister cackle of some cartoon's evil villain. He seemed genuine enough, albeit vastly forced and surface-shallow at the same time. Just a drunk teenage boy in the park, doing something he shouldn't. It was nothing to be surprised or scared of.
But she made him angry. The mood changed. Annaleigh started to worry, shrugging her shoulders as his voice grew colder. "I'm not drunk. It's legal for me to be here." She muttered. Oh, if she could just learn to keep her mouth shut and stop trying to outwit everyone. He had a point about the smarty pants comment, though it was childish and made him look even more irresponsible for his actions. And yet, the tiny blonde continued on bluntly, acting as if she were trying to take care of him instead of push the boy away. He grew angrier, seemingly at nothing, catapulting himself toward her, causing the girl to stumble back hurriedly. The memory of her father knocking her to the ground came and went in a flash. She knew by now to keep the hands of drunken men at a safe distance.
"I just thought you might want to keep out of trouble. I'm ... I'm sure you've been through a lot." She muttered, eyes to the ground as she tried to compensate for her previous words. At the same time, she tried to force her brain to think of escape routes. They were deep enough in the woods, there'd be no one to hear her scream. It was too late to run; she couldn't run fast enough, anyway. The trees were too thickly spaced, making room only for the small picnic table that had seemingly been forgotten in the little clearing. She came to the conclusion that there was no way out, unless someone else happened upon the two in the little space of darkness. There wasn't even a full moon out. She could hardly see his face. If she made it out alive, there'd be no way to identify this guy.
And that scared her, for some obvious reasons.
"Please don't hurt me." The girl whispered, her voice quivering.
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listening? | desaparecidos <3 |
who? | noah is a hot mess. (: |
anything to say? | CHOCOLATE MILK |
wearing? | gwahah, i love it. |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit | |
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