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harshboldcharm) wrote2011-10-12 08:31 pm
harshboldcharm) wrote2011-10-12 08:31 pm
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He really needed to stop showing up here. It was getting ridiculous. He hadn't meant to get himself nearly drained by some redheaded vampire and he really didn't think that show up there was going to be worth it again especially since he tended to scream "kill me" when he mouthed off to these beings that could have him in pieces in seconds. It was simple as that.
However, the fact that Jessica had been nice enough to not kill him was really kind of flattering. She was sweet, in a sort of strange way and there wasn't much else he could do but be drawn to the place again. Dressed in low riding tight jeans, a grey t-shirt that looked like it had once fit a little big but shrunk in the wash and a couple of not-actual-silver chains with various keys and crosses hanging from them. He was sitting at the bar drinking a gin and tonic and waiting to see who would be there, watching specifically for red hair.
However, the fact that Jessica had been nice enough to not kill him was really kind of flattering. She was sweet, in a sort of strange way and there wasn't much else he could do but be drawn to the place again. Dressed in low riding tight jeans, a grey t-shirt that looked like it had once fit a little big but shrunk in the wash and a couple of not-actual-silver chains with various keys and crosses hanging from them. He was sitting at the bar drinking a gin and tonic and waiting to see who would be there, watching specifically for red hair.
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"Whatever. I'm staying at the Holiday Inn until I figure out where I'm going next. When you realize that it doesn't matter how long I've known you but that I realize how full fucked up you are in the head right now, come find me. Someone's gotta care right?" He cursed internally. He really hated being the good guy. He didn't want to be the good guy. He was better at being an ass but she was... he didn't know what it was about her. All he knew what that there was something in his head that made him want to work her through it.
For now, he turned away an headed towards his bike.
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She had no idea what he wanted from her, nor what he wanted her to say to him? She told him she did care about herself, but he wasn't buying it it seemed. She didn't know what else to say! She did know she was being honest, that she did care about herself and what happened to herself as well.
She felt a little more than offended when he tells her that she is full fucked up in the head. She felt terrible, she did, but truth be told--she was now kind of stunned as well. It showed on her face, because she looked completely stunned as she stood there staring after him. He was going to leave her here, and she didn't want him too, but she felt shocked by what he said and how he was treating her. There was also the small matter of feeling like he was not really listening to anything she had to say.
"Why'd ya say tha'? Tha' I'm full fucked up in the head? Why'd ya say tha', Wylie? If ya think I am nothin' but some fucked lil girl, why are ya even tryin'? I neva' said ya didn' care!"
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"Jessica," he sighed and shook his head, "there's nothing about you that seems okay. I know you're young and I know taht you are dealing with being new okay? I've seen enough. You've got a lot of shit to work through because so far twice, which is the only time I've seen you, you're easily made upset. If that weren't the case, then I'd think nothing of it."
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Right, cause you were the one an' only stranger I had sex with! I must be a damnable slut or somethin', someone who fucks every stranger they meet? 'Cause tha' is how I am really feelin' by what ya jus' said. An' ya ain't the only one who made comments like tha'. Before ya I was with one person, Hoyt. He was my ex, an' we lived tagether. Ya were the second, an' only person I gone an' slept with, Wylie. The reason I did it is my own, but since ya think I am so fucked up here, an' ya wanna know things 'bout me--well, I did it 'cause I felt comfortable with ya, safe, as well as turned on! I feel like I should say tha' I ain't sure what I saw in ya tha' night, but I ain't gonna lie ta ya. I really needed a connection tha' night, an' I needed someone who I could experience somethin' other then the intense pain I had been feelin' tha' night as well as the coupla' nights before it when shit hit the fan with my ex.
[She bit her lip hard right then, and turned her head from him because she suddenly felt so raw, and angry.]
But, I'm with ya now...well 'cause ya are my friend, or so I thought!
[She was a dangerous thing, this much she had been learning of herself as of late. Yet, she was also still a teenager, who had a rough childhood and was now experiencing everything at mach 1 speed, emotions, problems, everything all at once. It was a lot to take in. Yet, with people she knew, or cared about Jessica would never do anything to hurt them unless they did something to hurt her.]
Yeah, you are right, Wylie. I am young, new to all a' this! I came from a home tha' wasn't allowed ta do anything, but play my instrument, do my home-school school work, and study the word of God, tha' meant goin' ta camp an' otha' retreats ta learn 'bout God. If me or my Lil sis did anythin' out of step, we got the belt. And for me that was all the time 'cause I didn' want him hurtin' Eden, an' I neva' knew when it was comin' because anything an' everything was somethin' tha' upset my dad.
[She found a car, and slid onto the hood of it. Crossing her legs, she pulled the cape over them to give some semblance of propriety.]
Then I got turned, an' it was terrifying. I got abducted, then thrown into the center of a fuck ton of vamps, an' then my Maker was forced ta make me. He tried ta glamour me ta make it easier on me. They made sure tha' was not the case...they made sure I felt it, an' it fuckin' hurt. Dyin' was scary as fuck, when I woke up--I came outta the ground with my Maker, and had ta learn tha' he refused ta teach me. So, he tried ta pawn me off, but they got sick a me quick. So, they brought me back ta him. Yet, he still hated me, an' what I stood for--jus' cause he killed for Sookie, he was always doin' things fer Sookie, he had ta make me. So, I spent so much time alone, new, with no clue what I was doin'! I wound up with a new boyfriend, who I thought I loved. Recently, he tole me I was shit, an' so was my blood--even though it could heal. He said some shit ta me tha' was vile, evil jus' 'cause I fell outta love with him. Cause I found him goin' through my things on my computer.
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[She knew she just said a lot. But she wanted to be clear here. Jessica wanted Wylie to know everything right then. She also wanted him to stop making up ideas of her in his head, and instead to actually be informed before he started judging her.]
OOC hey, I've been trying to get in touch with you. I just hope I am not bothering you or interrupting anything? If you need me to stop IMing you, I will. I don't want to be an imposition, or if you are on your phone, I don't want to run up your texting bills on your phone. I enjoy talking to you, I hope things are all right, and you are having a wonderful October leading up to Samhain/Halloween!
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"Jessica! You ranting twat, I don't give a fuck about some asshole named Hoyt or the shit that got you turned! Jesus fucking Christ," he yelled, hand moving through his already unruly hair, making it stand at odd angles even more so. "Yeah, your life is shitty. You and your boyfriend broke up. The rest of us have had that problem already and I don't think that counts as being a crisis. Stop pitying yourself. It never does anyone any good. Believe me, I've fuckin' been there." Long story short, he didn't give a shit because he'd seen it all before. He'd been there before. He'd had his life ripped apart. He knew what it was like, but he wasn't about to reveal that. Not to her. Not like this.
"Fuck, okay? Just... forget I came here and go get a snack or whatever you were doing," he didn't need to find her anyway. She obviously wasn't catching what he was saying. It wasn't that he didn't care or he wanted to be an asshole. He was trying to save her from her own self-destruction. He'd been there already. He'd done that. Granted, playing therapist wasn't really his thing.
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Him calling her a raging twat, and fucked up in the head and everything else just made her see blood red, everything he said was so full of vitrol and so abusive. Him and Hoyt could have been twins.
Then something snapped hard. With her celerity she ran at him, grabbing him by the throat and it took all her strength to not squeeze his windpipe closed. She picked him up off the ground and held him there a moment or two. Then she threw him against the hood of the car. Once that was done, she hissed and went to stalk toward him, fists clenched hard at her sides.
"Ya say shiity things ta me all the time! I neva' know what ya are lookin' fer me ta say, or do! I tell ya my fuckin' story not cause I want yer fuckin' pity you lousy piece of scum." She was nearly on top of him now, crawling on the hood of the car. "I should put a fucked up, piece a shit like you are outta yer fuckin' misery because God ferbid ya gotta sympathize, or empathize with someone else. THEY AIN'T ALL YOU! THANK THE HEAVENS FER THAT!"
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"You are..." he coughs before he can continue, voice raw, "...you aren't the only one who's life sucks, sugar. If you're looking..." He hacks up again, spitting to the side before looking at her again, "...for a good guy, this isn't where you should... be. I was trying... fuck... I was trying to help!"
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Then with that speed once more, she grabbed him and threw him over her shoulder. Jessica would take him into the woods, going as fast as she could so that they weren't followed and/or filmed. Then when she got there, she would try really hard not to rip out his damn throat. Instead, she hoped to scare him, may be hurt him a bit more than leave him there to rot.
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