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Post by ! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART. on Jan 16, 2010 13:37:38 GMT -5
 --- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
shayna had recently developed the skill of being extremely stealthy. she wasn't sure if it was something that had developed in her or if she had always had it and just never realized it. it had started a few weeks ago when she managed to get away with stealing a pair of scissors from her therapist's desk, but that had merely been a stroke of luck. but from some reason, since then, she had noticed that she could walk around virtually undetected and she had made a number of escapes from various guards or staff members. it definitely wasn't something she had expected from herself. she wasn't a small girl. sure, she was thin, but she wasn't short. it wasn't like she was a giant, but she was probably a good five seven or five eight. for most of her life, she had tripped over her own feet, walking into things, and been a little too ungraceful. but hey, she was a singer, not a dancer. grace wasn't something she required. but for some reason, she was getting away with too many things. she didn't know if she was truly getting away with things, or if people chose to look away because she was who she was. but since the scissor incident, she had successfully climbed down from a roof undetected, snuck out of her cell multiple times, and stolen from the kitchen on the various nights when she couldn't sleep. she started testing herself, just to see what she could get away with. it wasn't like she was taking things to be a criminal. she had a collection of books in her cell growing, books she stole when therapists weren't looking. hey, it got boring sometimes, and shayna liked to read. there was nothing wrong with that. and then one afternoon, conor had mentioned something about a gameboy that they weren't allowing him to have. normally, she wouldn't risk something so stupid. but she loved conor, and she knew it would probably make him extremely happy to have what was taken from him.
and that was how she had landed herself in a detention cell, all by her lonesome. she thought she had been doing pretty damn good at first. it was night time, no one was monitering cameras, no one was in the hallways. she took the same escape route from her cell to the kitchen like she always had, like she was familiar with. before that day, she really would have had no idea where to even begin looking for this gameboy. but shayna was also an extremely intelligent girl, and she had done her research. from what she had inquired so far, her best bet was to check the main office, where everything like that was kept. all confiscated items were kept in a drawer in the secretary's desk, so that's where she intended on looking. it was funny how easy it had been. the drawer had been locked, but the key had been on a hanger on the wall. it almost offended her how the staff felt like the patients here were too dumb so that they couldn't even notice a key on a wall. the first drawer didn't have much in it, but the drawer below was the jackpot. it had a few ipods, a few pocket knives, a few random things, and then only one gameboy. assuming it was conors, she stuffed it into her pocket and locked the drawers. at the same moment she stood up to hang the key back up, she heard the doorknob to the offices twist. her first instinct was to run, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to get very far. she always knew that her best bet was to cooperate, so that she wouldn't get drugged or tasered. immediately, she moved away from the key hook to avoid suspicions and grabbed a book off the shelf. from then on, the guard who had entered originally just to pick up something, found her with the book, but instantly recognized who she was. and shayna being shayna, he knew he couldn't yell at her for fear of losing part of his pay check. he explained that she was going to detention simply because it was the rule. she followed almost smugly, knowing she had gotten away with it, knowing that he hadn't noticed the gameboy shaped bump in her pocket.
she had never gotten put into a detention cell before, but she had heard people discussing them. she knew from word of mouth that they weren't fun to be in, and you could be in them from anywhere of a few hours to a few days. it didn't matter what crime you committed, it just became a matter of whether or not they forgot about you. most of the rooms were designed for one person, but more often than not, the rooms filled up quickly and people were paired off. the staff didn't give a shit if they were putting a level one with a level four or a boy with a girl. it didn't matter if you were ten years old and getting locked up with an eighteen year old. it was just, 'here, get in this cell and be quiet so i can sleep.' they didn't really keep records of who was in what cell. they just signed you in and signed you out. she was led up to a heavily locked door, but next to it was a desk with a computer on it. she waited patiently and quietly as she watched the guard logged in. "what's yer full name?"
[/color] he asked, even though he knew who she was. and this wasn't a conceited thought of hers. it was just obvious who she was, even to asylum guards. "shayna charlie heart," she stated, watching as he typed it into some list that already looked fairly full. "level?"[/color]. she told him level four, and he typed that in beside her name. once that was done, he logged off the computer, grabbed a keychain that must have had a dozen keys or more on it, and began to unlock the several locks on the door. one, two, three. chain lock. four. she knew that even if she wanted to, there was no way she was getting out of detention until this guy came back for her. roughly, he shoved her in, locking the door behind them. now, they were in a narrow hall that truly reminded her of the prisons she had seen on television. it was dark, but there were still lights. both sides were lined with doors all the way down. the doors were barred cells like prisons. they were solid. he led her down a few doors. "you'll be on your own for now, but as soon as it fills up down here, i can't control who gets put in with you. lights'll be shut off in a little while. good luck, blondie."[/color] she couldn't help but get annoyed with the term. why was it that everyone felt the need to call her that? she wasn't the only blonde girl in the building. even conor called her that every now and again. she didn't mind it from him so much, but everyone else, it was annoying. and good luck? she didn't exactly have any threats. except maybe the fact that she might be forgotten. but whatever. cooperating, she went into the room only to have the guard slam the door behind her, breaking up the eerie silence and making her practically jump out of her skin. the room was dimly lit, and as he had so kindly stated, the lights would be shut off in a little bit. she didn't know when that would be, but she wasn't looking forward to it. the room wasn't large but it wasn't cramped. there was walking space. there was a twin sized bed with white sheets. the ceiling was high up but there were no windows, only air vents. the walls and floor were cement. she figured that her best chances were to sleep through her entire time in the detention cell. that's what most people probably did. well, most people probably fought like hell to avoid getting thrown in, and then fought like hell to get out until they grew too tired. then slept through it. she had her hopes up that maybe she'd be remembered from good behaviour. hopefully. maybe. eventually, she moved over to the bed and sat down on it, letting her legs hang off the edge. if she was going to die from anything, it wasn't going to be neglect. it was going to be boredom. she didn't have any of her stolen books, she didn't have any one in here to keep her company. then again, that might have been a good thing. another thing she was hoping for? that she would get the room to herself. she didn't need some vicious level three coming in and slicing her up. its not like she could fight back. if she was going to be joined by anyone, she wanted it to be a level one. they were harmless. and most of them were sane. or conor. but she knew better than to get her hopes up for that. but his chances of getting put into detention were never slim. he was too aggressive to not piss someone off, and he was too impulsive to avoid getting caught. but hey, she loved that violent, charming little bastard. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by CONOR ELLIOT STERLING. on Jan 16, 2010 17:25:23 GMT -5
  *show how you wanted it to beI'M IN OVER MY HEAD, OUT OF HER HEAD SHE SAID ---[/font][/center] needless to say, it was never a surprise and never would be one the day conor did get his ass found out. by found out, we mean getting what was coming to him from the very beginning. this could mean many, many things, all of which were equally unappealing. the first of these was obviously being in detention, alone and or otherwise. mostly otherwise, because hey, at least if he was alone it would be a great place for him to mope, and think, and not be a pissy bitch at anyone whilst he...took a moment, for the sake of whatever sanity remained in tact, and this wasn't much. second would definetly be seeing a needle. this was very offputting and yes, even conor, the oh-so-scary kid- was afraid of them. this was decided long before needles involved sleepytime, and not the good kind. they're just pointy and hurt and can go in all different places of pain. who would have guessed. thirdly...well, that would have been that day on the roof which felt like ages ago to conor, that day that he decided to ask shayna what she thought, exactly, of their relationship. this was codename for asking what she thought of him, of course. he was hyperventilating inside the entire time, but she did say she was not afraid of him and nor was he of her- but who would that surprise. it took a bit of coaxing on both their parts to admit anything to begin with, but they did, and damn. it was, as rare as conor said it, magical. how cliche. it was repulsing how shayna seemed to be rubbing off on him for the worse. he was never the type of guy to enjoy being a softie. sure, sure. he respected it. maybe. depends, okay? but that just wasn't him and never would be. not in your wildest dreams. but she was fine with it, so we'll leave it at that. in summary it was just a day to be on cloud nine, but lest we forget they were on a roof, and they did need to get down. but, backtracking- conor put them up there, yep. and it was his inhuman duty to get them off of it. jumping did not count. long story short, they managed to get off (or down) unseen. thank god. the possibilities otherwise were endless, to say the least. and he wanted nothing to do with any of them, if they were able to. and luckily they were. to be honest it was pretty...uhm, sexy on the roof? no, not like that. it was just a strange moment and memorable at that. but it was a good place to confess feelings. as loud as possible. maybe not the best place to hide, though, not if you wanted to avoid being in a cell all by your lonesome, that is.
and conor would have avoided it had he not been such a bastard, that ass who always, and i repeat always- had to get himself into some shit because he was impulsive, agressive and straight up innapropriate, or so they said. unlike the day he met shayna, he was not currently being led to detention because he was fighting, no no. he couldn't decide if this was worse or if he was losing his touch, but thinking about it made his semi-healed hand throb a bit. no, he was here (or almost here) today, because conor did not like giving emapthy, conor did not want to express his feelings, conor did not want to be told to do such evil things, and most of all, conor did not like having staff asked to help him with this after he simply replied with a 'fuck you' and flipped the bird. no, he was more of a rogue sort who preffered to tell it like it was, even if that did get you a so called 'guard' on your ass because you didn't feel like expressing yourself. if he had all he would have said was shayna's name repeatedly, and not only was this embarassing but he would not fuck this up, never. he had done as instructed, in some alternate universe, there relationship would be destroyed and god knew what else there was. so when for some strange reason he decided to actually give his true feelings about this whole ordeal, whoever they had waiting outside the door must have heard it because, it took all of a millisecond for them to barge in and witness conor bitching colorfully. the whole thing was really something to be proud of and sadly for himself it took him a bit longer to realize this before his impulses did kick in ever so slightly and feel like taking out the notorious knife and unleash it upon whoever was the one who decided to bring him here in the first place. but he didn't, he had no time. it was more...thrashing than cutting. and it was just lovely. this method worked for awhile, up until the dude just decided to stop playing around and just dragged him with his big self to wherever they were headed to, right now. the end. conor was proud of the reason he was heading to his death. well, not death. no. just a room, alone, maybe with someone else. the thing with him was that he had no one to be afraid of. they were afraid of him. damn. that had to count for something, he just wasn't entirely sure? level ones could go and fuck themselves, and anyone else really could too, unless they were shayna. which he had his doubts about, she was far too nice for these things. or so his prior experience told him. right?
so conor...soaked up the moment and enjoyed it, because right now he was feeling that lovely time. this time was the time no one else would ever understand, because even though he just told someone to suck it and possibly earned himself a rather long time in a probably very uncomfortable cell, it was really satifying and great, and happy, and showed that he had the power, he was the one who should really be kicking the asses here, because the staff here were just an object in his eyes right now, it was sad. the whole thing was like being high. he was high on life. things were great. he had shayna, she had him, he...well, he probably did earn himself even more visits to a shrink than before, but at least it was because of his winning honesty. and then...then he had shayna. that's all there was to it. of course, knowing he was that much of an annoyance that he was going to be wherever he was for god knew how long was, like said, a good feeling and thought, but it was her. it was her, and it was cute, and it was mushy, but it was great. that was all he could think about. it had happened...a few weeks ago, by now. he didn't care. he was...unofficially in love, and it was a secret and neither of them cared. ohh, young love. he wouldn't let it, get to him, and hopefully if things did end up badly or things got screwed he wouldn't be crushed. or too crushed. but right now was right now, and conor enjoyed living in the moment. so he did. it worked so far, such as long as things didn't get insane or he wasn't upset. then...then you were dead. then you should leave.
shayna was all that he had on his mind during the walk of shame, if you will. he really didn't notice if there were others, if whoever his escort was asking him anything, if he was still be dragged along down a rather mundane hallway...which he currently was, and he really, really did not want to be shoved into some tiny cell that was only a bit larger than himself. it was unappealing. then again, if shayna was there...then. well. he would enjoy it a lot more. truthfully, conor did not enjoy being alone in some circumstances. one of these could be detention. and the person who was definetly not on that list was shayna. she was too cute, too sweet. what could she have done, anyway. nothing that he knew of, nothing that was possible. shayna was nice and probably in the same mood he was. the only reason he got violent was because that's who he was, simple. she would need some serious reason to hurt anyone that much. she just lied and stole scissors once, right? but conor had no time to think of that- he was brought back to the present by a lovely shove into the cell of the day, and for a moment, he was alone. but no, he was not, because a familiar blonde head was sitting there. wow. look who it was, shayna. no way. part of him wanted to gasp...but no. that wasn't good. "FUCK, what are you doing here? what'd you do, like...hurt someone?" conor said questioningly, he had no idea, she needed to help him then. he was shocked, of all people he was in the same cell with...it was shayna. pretty lucky, though. "but uhm, hi. hehe."
[/color] conor didn't want to make her upset, no. he just was curious why she was there. he knew why he was and it definetly couldn't be that bad, right? TAG shayna bby. WORDS 1615 LYRICS everlong by the foo fighters NOTES well. hahah. conor is shocked and happy. [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART. on Jan 16, 2010 19:03:50 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
shayna didn't know long she had been sitting on that simple white bed for, and she had no way of knowing at all. she couldn't sit there and count the seconds, because first off, she wasn't that ocd about things. second, she would eventually lose count anyway. she was a patient girl, but patience only went so far when you locked in a detention cell with nothing to do. therefore, she entertained herself with thoughts, and thinking back about conor. when they'd first met, it had been brief. down in the level four basement rooms. it was like, an exchange of names. and that had been it. but then a day or two later, they had ended up in the infirmary, and shayna being shayna, she couldn't just sit there and wait for the nurse. she got bored and decided to leave, only she took conor with her. and in a matter of hiding on the roof, sneaking down from the roof, experiencing conor's temper, and awkward hand holding, she managed to completely and utterly fall head over heels for him. and he was all she had spent the past few weeks thinking about. her day ultimately revolved around trying to see him. at therapy, she kept her mouth shut. and when the therapist asked her what was on her mind, what was bothering her, what was new in her life, she fought oh so freaking hard to not blurt out, CONOR STERLING. because if she did, they would be so screwed it wasn't even funny. but conor was on her mind, and he bothered her, but in a good way, and he was new in her life. and it was great. and she was smiling so much more than she used to and the therapists knew something was off. they knew something had happened. they just couldn't figure out what, and she was working hard to keep everything under wraps. chances are, if any staff members found out about the relationship between shayna and conor, they would move one of them to a different floor. they would think shayna could get hurt, and they would want to get her out. yeah, she could get hurt, but she could get hurt any where. she didn't give a damn about if she was alive and well to get back to making money for other people. she only cared about conor, and making sure he was okay, and making sure they were together.
that was part of the reason why she was starting to become so paranoid over how long she would be in detention. she didn't want conor to freak out over looking for her, or getting himself in trouble for thinking they got rid of her, or moved her somewhere else. if she was locked in this room long enough, she assumed he would start to notice her abscense. not to mention, she didn't want to go so long without him. he had become the only person in the entire asylum that she wanted to be with, that she cared about. she didn't need anyone else. yeah, she had acquaintances and people she would say hi to, but he was always on the top of her list of priorities. it wasn't wrong for her to want to be without him. was it? ugh, whatever. she didn't care. it had taken a day for her to fall for him and within the last few weeks, the feeling had only grown into something much more intense. and it wasn't right because it broke every rule, and it wasn't right because she was putting him at risk, and it wasn't right because they were two people who had no freedom. but it was right because she loved him, and it was right because he was willing to take the risk with her. as long as he cared about her, as long as he loved her back, they would be fine. and that might have been a little bit of shayna's naivity speaking. she was always hoping for the best; looking for the best. even when it was so impossible. part of her know that this couldn't last. she knew that at some point, one of them was going to be admitted from the asylum. or conor would snap and she wouldn't be able to forgive him. but a larger part of shayna believed he would never snap, and even if he did, she would eventually forgive him. she believed that she wouldn't leave with out him, like he wouldn't leave without her. she didn't know which part of her was more likely to be right, but she was staying with the false hope. that had always worked for her in the past.
she was taken from her thoughts from the sound of the exterior door opening loudly. the door inwhich her escort hadn't opened until he quizzed her name and level. at first, she thought she was being taken out, but that quickly faded when she realized that there were too people walking. the steps weren't rhythmical, and there were too many footsteps going on for it to only be one person. and then she started to grow nervous, because she didn't know how many other rooms were open. she didn't know if she was about to get a room mate and she didn't know if her room mate was going to be nice or not. the foot steps grew closer, and then they stopped. and she could hear the figures outside of her door, which only made her anxiety increase to a point where her gaze was fixated on the door and she was mentally praying to herself over and over that it wasn't going to be someone who would want to hurt her. and then the door was opened in a split second, and nothing was registering in her mind. she only saw the guard at first, and it wasn't the same one who had brought her down. the one who had escorted her had been gentle with her. kind of. she knew that he knew who she was because he hadn't dragged her down to the detention rooms. he had spoken kindly to her. just as quickly as the door opened, she watched the guard reach for something, or rather someone, and pull them into the room. at first, nothing clicked except for the fact that she now had a room mate, and that room mate was male, which meant that she would lose any kind of fight that ensued. and in the same second that he was being shoved in her room, she hoped he wasn't a level three. she could work around anything else.
and the echo of the slamming door snapped her back to reality, and she realized who she was staring at. "conor?"
[/color] for a moment, she thought she was hallucinating. there was no way she had gotten that lucky. but then he was speaking, and she knew his voice and she knew she wasn't just imagining this. she was up on her feet then. "oh my god, conor!"[/color] quickly, she crossed the tiny room and threw her arms around his neck, not really thinking about whether or not he was in the mood to be hugged or not. she couldn't help but laugh a little at his question. "oh please, do you honestly think i would, or even could, hurt someone?"[/color] she couldn't wipe away the smile on her face even though she felt so dumb with it. she was so .. relieved. and happy. and in love. she was relieved that her room mate was conor, and not someone dangerous. well, yeah he was dangerous, but he wasn't dangerous towards her. she was glad she didn't have to stay in detention alone, nor did she have to go days without him. and the in love part was obvious. she was in love with him, and she wasn't about to deny it. "i uhm.. i got caught. stealing, actually,"[/color] she spoke almost bashfully, like she was embarrassed about the fact that she got caught. almost immediately she was over it, because she remembered that she had gotten what she needed to get. she let go of him and took a small step back, remaining close but not too close. she pulled out the game boy from her pocket, holding it up and revealing it to him in the poor lighting. "but don't worry, i succeeded in my mission."[/color] [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by CONOR ELLIOT STERLING. on Jan 17, 2010 12:15:23 GMT -5
*show how you wanted it to beI'M IN OVER MY HEAD, OUT OF HER HEAD SHE SAID --- [/font][/center] conor barely had time to think before shayna embraced him entirely and that dumbfounded expression came upon his face. of course, he loved her. of course, she was amazing in general, and he just...loved her. she was nice and she tolerated conor even through those times when he was a complete bastard. of course, conor would never admit how this was extremely appreciated, because the average person may or may not feel like putting up with something conor really couldn't help; he had anger problems, rather obvious ones, and shayna acted like it really was not that apparent. yet another great thing about her. so the feeling of her...well, hugging him, was pretty affirming and just a great sign in general. he was not entirely sure if, even though it was only...a week ago? it was still good to know that his presence hadn't become more of a burden than...a pleasure. had this been so, of course conor would have hated himself for it, and he had no idea how she would react. but so far so good, he really wasn't in the mood to tell her this was slightly uncomfortable or feeling like fucking things up, not at all. not right now, if he did he would be completely screwed for god knew how long. he had no idea how far the length of his stay would stretch to, and he hoped that it wasn't long. because if it was...well, conor didn't think he would get uncomfortable or anything of the sort, but who knew. by now he came to expect surprises at any given time and being in this same cell with shayna was a damn good one already. of course, he didn't want to seem like he was annoyed with her. he was fine right now and always would be; that was, as long as she still decided upon realizing he really wasn't a crazy psychopath. which he wasn't. sure. he was level four and level fours were pretty...respected? no that was the wrong word. they were used for everything and frequently poked at. yeah. that was such a fun time. a fucking fun time. no. not really. but hey, at least if he was in the basement, and in that basement in a room slightly close to shayna, it meant something. it was a strange meaning and or sign, for that matter, but he was kind of convinced. yeah. now all he had to do was try not to burst. burst as in totally give away everything they had...acheived. that sounded dumb and, of course— cliche. conor really did have a hard time with this. he really did. and all he wanted to do whenever anyone asked what was up or what was new...then. all he wanted to say was shayna, but he couldn't. of course not. the only thing more annoyingly irritating than not knowing what someone thought about you was not being able to...say it (more like brag) after it was figured out. ugh. all he wanted to do was just tell someone. please.
once again, conor couldn't help but just soak it all in, the lovely feeling. at least now he didn't need to be worried about how long they would be stored in here, it seemed likely it could be awhile. he hadn't really heard shayna's side of the story just yet, but he was curious. did she...did she tell someone? did she tell someone everything...well, probably not or he seriously doubted he would be thrown into the same very, very small room as her. that or the guy who shoved him in here was very dimwitted and had no idea he put him with her. that was just madness waiting to happen, conor really did love her and she knew it. thank god. if she didn't the room would have tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. he knew she loved him too. the whole awkard hand holding stage, the whole skeptic question phase...it was all really tedious and annoying. if he had to live with that any longer. ugh. you really had no idea how insane a first crush? crush. oh god. such a funny word. you had no idea how crazy a first love was until you experienced it or felt the emotion of it all. it was all pretty sketchy though, they were breaking way too many rules throughout this whole ordeal and part of conor did really enjoy it. it was risky and their was a possibility he could get shipped off to canada. or maybe she would, although he found it highly unlikely that she, the simple, sweet, teeny bopper blondie— would ever be sent to canada. then again, maybe they would think her depression was a reason for her to fall in love with him, because she was looking for attention. or something. he had no idea. apparently this whole place was rubbing off on him way too much. but he wouldn't let that happen. he wouldn't be let out either, not without her coming with him, hell no. he had to have her there. her presence was nice. the way she truly cared and the way she was apparently very happy to see him...that was great. he was being so stupid and naive and crazy and in way, way over his head. but for once he didn't care, he didn't fucking care. and even though he said that so many times it was true. he needed to have some bit of control and care though, if he didn't she was screwed. he would snap at her and she wouldn't see it coming. it was not good, long story short. just resist the impulses. easy. no, not really. it wasn't easy for conor, this issue was what he believed to be the reason he was here and at such a high level of danger. well. this was kind of a compliment, but that sounded seriously wrong.
"yes, it's conor. congrats on getting in detention."
[/color] he smirked a little at the thought and laughed a bit at her sheepish reply of her current excuse for ending up here. it was cute how she was so shy about so many things. well, kind of. you couldn't be shy and be famous, right? he didn't think so, at least. of course she wouldn't have hurt anyone or gotten into a fight. but he had to ask, and of course she denied it. "well yeah. it was kind of rhetorical, i had serious doubts about you hurting someone. and definetly not on purpose or without a real cause, right."[/color] conor didn't really say it with a interrogative tone, no. it was more understanding and knowing, as he always was. you could say he liked to think he knew quite a bit. and he did. but, sometimes it did get in the way; and sometimes it could come off abrasive and cocky, who knew. it was hard for him to say, being the way he was he never go offended, he was too harsh for that. or kind of harsh? he didn't know. but whatever. it did turn some people off and he dealt with it. hell, apparently it was part of the reason why he was here today. he didn't mind. he was with shayna, and that was that. he couldn't say it anymore, really. it was nice, though. "stealing, mmn. pretty sexy. what was it though? a pen? ohh. scary. they just needed a reason to put people in here, right? yeah. personally i have no idea why i'm here either, so."[/color] conor said longingly. well, he didn't really want to leave now, not after he realized he was sharing the time being with shayna. at least one thing was going for him. for awhile, conor really had no idea what she could have stolen to land her here, but then again, depending on how it looked, god knew. he personally thought it couldn't be anything valuable, what the fuck was considered valuable here anyway? he had no idea. or he didn't, not until she held up the black box of doom, the thing that gave him reason to live and was suddenly confiscated from his hands, yes, it was...it was that holy thing of epic gaming proportions, the thing that held the very key to the sinnoh region—it was the gambeoy. it was lovely. he wanted it. he loved it. but it wasn't in the best condition. it never was, that could be attributed to how he always had it, no matter where it was. always. and the rough weathering it had achieved suddenly added up, like everything else in life, and look at that. it was rather worn down but he loved it with a passion and, dare he say, there was a possibility he would hurt someone for it if need be. we could say this means conor is really just a nerd in the body of a rather intimidating psychosocial crazy, but no one really knew. and just loving a gameboy which held pokemon in it was not really the only thing he had his immature obsessions with. but let's not get into that. all he knew right now; all he knew was he probably looked like some ferocious animal, staring at the thing. he was disgusting sometimes, how much that meant to him. and how much more having it removed from your presence was...well, that wasn't too fun, or at least not when you had just conquered the second-to-last gym leader and got a legendary golem. no, no. this was prestigious and conor wanted to continue keeping it so. thus, all he really had to say was a phrase of admiration and, for that matter, appreciation. "HOLY SHIT. what...how did you...WHY did you get this. like. fuck. seriously. i love you forever now."[/color] and with that jumbled statement of stutters and misplaced words, he immediately snatched the thing from her grasp, oh yes. this would occupy him. but, lest we forget shayna. he wouldn't. maybe she would learn something today. as he was making sure everything was in tact, he decided to ask the question of many. "uh so. aside from being in here, which really sucks...how are you today? how long've you been here?"[/color] conor could only hope not too long, if she had been here more than a half and hour earlier he would die. she couldn't leave before him, because then she would have to wait for him, right? she would do that...he thought. and telling authority to fuck themselves was definetly worse than someone as naive as stealing something, as regretable as it was. sigh. or at least he thought so. TAG shayna bby. WORDS 1831 LYRICS everlong by the foo fighters NOTES HAYY LOOKIT NERDY CONOR GUIZ. not entirely but somewhat :3 and i let my pokemon love show XD [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART. on Jan 17, 2010 15:05:36 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
shayna loved conor, she really did. with all of her heart. even though he was occasionally an insensitive jerk, she could forgive that. those moments didn't come around too often, and she preferred to dwell and the times in which he was being a sweetheart. and if she had called him a sweetheart out loud, he would probably threaten to push her off the roof. but she didn't really care, because it was true. he wasn't a softie, even though she occasionally used that term just to annoy him. he was everything but a softie. sure, he had his moments when he was a totally loving boy, but then there were the moments when he wasn't. he was a confusing person, just because she never knew what to expect from him, but that was okay. because she loved him, and nothing could change that. from the day she met him and for the rest of her life, she would always care about him. he was the first boy she ever really loved, and it had come on so quickly that it was almost overwhelming. at first, she had tried to convince herself that there were too many things that could go wrong. they could get into serious trouble. one of them could get hurt. they had only just met. but no matter how many times she continued to feed herself the same bullshit, she knew it wasn't true. or it didn't matter. they didn't need time. they would get there. it had taken a day to fall head over heels for him and it was only getting more intense with time. she had never been uncomfortable or afraid around him. maybe her first experience under his bad temper had been the worst, but it had only taken her moments to get over it, leaving him probably extremely confused. but hey, that was shayna. she lived off of forgivin and forgetting.
she couldn't help but blush as he referred to her stealing as sexy. she probably wouldn't use that as the first adjective to describe what she did, but hearing it come from conor's mouth filled her stomach with butterflies and she silently thanked the poor lighting for helping hide her reaction to his words. and he thought she stole something trivial, like a pen. ha! that was her a few weeks ago. she had recently escalated into bigger and better things. like gameboys. she almost spoke out to defend herself, and tell him what she had gotten him, but instead, she just showed him, and she couldn't help but laugh a little bit as she watched his reaction to the gameboy. it didn't occur to her how he was staring so longingly at the thing, and even if she had noticed, it wouldn't have really mattered. she could have easily understood what he was feeling. she would have reacted in the same exact way had someone brought her a guitar. damnit, she missed the thing so much. but that would be a thousand times harder to hide, especially because it was larger and couldn't be used without being loud. she laughed softly again, totally amused and engulfed in how adorable he was at that moment. "i already told you, i stole it. it was easy. they just .. caught me on my way out. but i don't really care that i got caught, because now you're here. so, it all kind of worked out."
[/color] and then, why had she gotten it? wasn't it obvious? she thought so, at least. "and i got it,"[/color] she started, "because i love you, and you mentioned it once, so i figured i might as well."[/color] she shrugged. it had almost been impulsive of her. one minute she was all content with just stealing her books, and then the next, she was like, oh hay, i should get conor his gameboy because it'll make him happy. and that's really all shayna was worried about; making him happy. she hated fighting with him, she hated seeing him upset, and she hated when he was, even slightly, upset with her. it didn't matter to her if she deserved his temper or not, because either way she hated causing him distress. she liked him happy, usually because that meant he wasn't telling her to die in a fire. sometimes she didn't understand conor, especially when he was trying to convince her to die, even when he was supposed to love her. i mean, she kind of understood. she knew she wasn't always so easy to get along with, and at times she purposely tried to provoke him because he just got her so angry. but shayna being shayna had the ability to control herself in a way that almost made it worse. because she put the blame on herself. she was always the one apologizing, but that didn't matter at all. as long as they were happy, she was happy. and she loved him. and she couldn't get over how much she loved him even when he infuriated her and said terrible things. she shouldn't have forgiven him for some of the things he said, but she did, because first, shayna was ultimately a forgiving person, second, she loved him too much to not forgive him. and third, she knew sometimes he didn't always have the self control that she did. she watched as he examined his precious gameboy, smiling softly all the while. "uhm, i'm good. i was bored out of my mind earlier, but i'm better now."[/color] obviously. he was here now, and that made everything a thousand times better. "i've only been down here for an hour. maybe more. i'm not really sure."[/color] she had absolutely no sense of time down here, and it wasn't like she even had the sunlight to estimate by. she knew that when she was bored, a few minutes could feel like a few hours, but god knew how long she had really been sitting on that bed. it couldn't have been too long. but then again, the guard said that in a little while they would be shutting off the lights, and the lights had yet to be shut off. that had to be some kind of estimation, right? but then again, it also meant that they were bound to go off at any time, and shayna had never been good with the darkness. it was part of the reason as to why she hardly ever slept. she knew she would be okay though, she had conor to protect here, even though she didn't really need protection from anything. he was the only one in the room with her, and she knew he wouldn't harm her. he could and would probably have hurt anyone else in the roof had it not been her, but she knew she was safer with him than anyone else. or even by herself. at least his company would keep her from driving herself into the ground from complete boredom. her glance turned from him and up to the light, and then back down at him again. "the guard said that they were shutting the lights off soon. so, i guess just make the most of it while you can."[/color] who knew how long the lights would be out for? most likely the entire night. and shayna couldn't escape the darkness by sneaking out to the kitchen, it didn't work that way. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by CONOR ELLIOT STERLING. on Jan 17, 2010 21:05:40 GMT -5
*show how you wanted it to beI'M IN OVER MY HEAD, OUT OF HER HEAD SHE SAID --- [/font][/center] as you'd expect, of course conor was not your average, simple, scared person. but who would that surprise. so when shayna mentioned the possibility of the lights being turned off, he thought more in the 'why' mindset as opposed to the what will i do with myself type. because these things did not scare him, never. things rarely did, and the only ones he could think of on a moment's notice were...uh, needles? but that was pretty common and at a place like this, he assumed there was every right to be afraid of such things. especially if it was meant for you, which it never would be, thank you. had to resist a laugh, only a bit, when he noticed shayna looking just a little bit longingly at the ceiling, and the light, for that matter. she was shayna. of course she didn't like the dark. conor on the other hand did not give a fuck about such trivial, trifiling matters. for some, this either meant one thing. conor was an android (or robot, a much, much less cool term) or, better yet, and the more common response, an insensitive bastard who said whatever he said just for the fuck of it, because hey, he lived in the moment, and because he liked to see squirming. a little. more metophorically then literally. but yes, this is what people assumed, and this is also what people enjoyed trying to chip away, and mind you, this never ended sucessfully. you could say all you wanted, conor had a defense mechanism of 'fuck you'-s and a hell of a lot of 'die in a fire' comments. mostly this could get to people, shit, it did to the shrink, and, so much so that he was here. watching shayna. adoring shayna. loving her, too, because even though he could sometimes be an asshole to her-believe it or not-he still did. and she never held grudges very well. he respected this greatly. especially when you were a person like conor who had many, many annoyed remarks and grudges in his time. but they meant nothing. although some of them did follow through...well. he was past the point of caring about these things. let's just say they wished they never did end up 'following through.' hmm. conor was good at making people second guess what the fuck they just did, and why, exactly they chose such a mentally unstable person to unleash such...fury would be dramatic, but such fury upon. wow. he just called himself a psycho, jesus christ. this place was not good for him, not at all. first falling in love with a, well. a teeny bopper, and secondly, admitting his so-called problems. never in a million years, would this happen. too bad it just did.
he was never the type to show his nerdiness either, this wasn't to say he was ashamed at how he could name almost all psychic type pokemon (his preferred type at that, a sidenote) in...under five minutes? yes, well. all he could do was shrug. then the minute you decided to say he was soft he'd just hurt you. these comments did not go over well with conor. but with shayna he was fine, she was a sincere person who probably thought he was some unassuming kid underneath everything, but he wouldn't really harm her because of such thoughts. you could say, that this was a very unfair advantage and possible bias, but oh well. wasn't that the essence of love? that wasn't to say conor had absolutely no one else but her here. that would be tragic. if she were to call this all off, or have it forced to be called off, he needed a fallback. hence, he had a few friends here and there, but quite a number of enemies. frenemies, maybe. he loved to hate. that was his motto. kind of. he figured inside, she enjoyed seeing him so pathetically absorbed in a lovely, one hundred and...thirty, was it? dollar item of hapiness. oh yes. he went there. "well, it's something to be proud of."
[/color] conor said with pride- pride in shayna, that was, while musing with the gameboy in his hands. such happy times, having it back. turns out it was yet another thing her had to hide, though. damnit. damnit damnit. he wanted to...well, not share, but gloat. gloat how exciting is was to be obsessed with pokemon at eighteen. jesus christ, conor. of course he was happy she got it. but because she loved him. well shit. that's nice. "I MEAN I'M FUCKING HAPPY,"[/color] he yelled his sentiments of joy momentarily before his eyes widened and he stared at the door for all of a minute. well. guess no one caught that. "i'm happy you got it, yes. that means i can continue with the next gym battle."[/color] he continued, more lightly this time. he said the whole thing with such a knowing tone. asshole. i mean, it's even better you got it because you, uhm. love me?" he didn't mean to say it as such a question, no. but he was curious. more confession times? hmm. he didn't think so, but god knew. shayna liked to express feelings, unlike conor. who had problems with this. he was also curious what exactly provoked her to do such a thing. one, it was risky. well. it is. because she landed herself here, with a serious nutcase who she loved. how fucked up. and two...well, two was maybe more of a self hate statement than a reason, but he didn't think she loved him that much. but oh, she did. apparently she did. wow. it was a bit hard to not have some stupid, dumb smile on his face right now. but that would look really, really embarassing and...conor preffered to not have this happen. he was also damn sure getting him this back would really only end in it possibly replacing his obession with her, because inside conor was but a five year old. in more ways than one. the tantrums were rather immature, and being in love with fictional creatures was very, very unhealthy. but fuck that. it was him, for you, and you would come to love it someday. that's how it was, so stubborn. and this perplexed people all the time; how conor knew that what he did was so pathetic and irrational, getting so angry over such little things, what an idea. but here was the catch, oh yes, there always was one. of course, you could say it was the fault of...some chemical imbalance all you wanted, and conor had no idea about the scientific aspect of it all, but it was true. he loved shayna, and if he had gotten upset at her, or well, downright agressive, that wasn't him, really. it couldn't be; it was just whatever the hell that was up with him getting annoyed, and that showed through conor. he was simply but an innocent vessel for some demon. that was it. right. sigh. an hour? that long. shit. the longer she'd been wallowing in boredom was the sooner she got out, which meant the more...uh...anxiety? conor would be facing waiting his term out. jesus christ. there was all good in the world for some time there, until she said the hour thing. he shouldn't have asked. there was also a ninety percent chance he had some twisted expression of horror and sadness on right now. which wasn't very comforting. he really hoped they either found stealing an extremely horrible offense here, or somehow conor would be popped out earlier. because he seriously doubted both options right now. he did tell a shrink, authority, what have you, to go and fuck themself, and he did give the finger, and he did...well. you got the point. but hopefully they liked him? no, ugh. all possibilites seemed pretty bleak. it would be very, very boring sitting in here. alone. and that was all that he had on the brain at the moment. well, kind of. part of it was shayna, part of it was the gameboy, part of it was his love for shayna, and then the rest was just all this crap. "SERIOUSLY? i kept you waiting that long. jesus. well. looks like there's gonna be a lot of waiting on my end, damn. thank god i got this back. gives me something to do other than...well, worry. kind of."[/color] conor said sheepishly, he didn't really want to admit that he was scared shitless about how long he would remain in captivity. if worse came to worse, he would just start slamming things and throwing things (what was there to throw anyway?) or possibly shouting obscene phrases. but, there was also the very high percentage that this would only, option a, get him even more time here, option b, get a 'SHUT THE HELL UP' from some staff member or roomie (dentention-hallway-person? he didn't know) or, the most likely option, some type of sedative thing that would make him inexplicably tired and then...then god knew what. hopefully nothing bad, he'd just wake up here. in this very dim place of nothing. joy. fucking JOY. "mhm, well. lights mean nothing. just darker than right now, if that's possible."[/color] conor shrugged lightly and then it hit him. "but. there is something,"[/color] he said, and opted to open the holy black box, the gameboy. jesus christ, the light on that thing was blinding. "there's a backlight."[/color] he smiled and pushed it on. oh, happy days. for real. might as well get his journey started now, right? he wasn't going to ignore her though, he was enough of an ass other times for that. TAG shayna bby. WORDS 1632 LYRICS everlong by the foo fighters NOTES OMGZ. NOW SHE NEEDS TO WATCH THE MASTERRR. well. mbby. this feels too short x.x blehhh~ [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART. on Jan 18, 2010 14:38:00 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
shayna didn't really know how timing worked in the detention cells, she didn't know if certain offenses meant more time, or if the staff members just let people out whenever they felt like it. she could be down here for a few hours while conor would be left down here for a day or two, or vice versa. she didn't know what his exact offense had been, but she wasn't too curious about that. if either of them got out earlier than the other, well, it wasn't like they would be going to far. she wouldn't go very far at all. her first mission would be to find out from whomever she could when they were going to let conor out, and if that didn't work, then she would just find someone who had kids that were fans of hers and use her fame for the first time ever, to get her way. oh, your kids are huge fans? that's amazing. i'll trade you an autograph for the key to that detention cell. great, awesome, thanks. that plan was extremely flawed, and it would probably just get her thrown back in a cell, and most likely a different cell. first, because most of the staff members here probably didn't have kids. second, because very little of the staff members actually had sympathy. she was just hoping a few of them could be bought. but then again, this was only if she was released before conor. if he was released before her, well, she didn't know how well that would go over. she didn't want to think about who would have to endure his violence when she wasn't there to counter act it. but then again, she didn't want to leave before him because she didn't want him to worry about her. it wasn't like she couldn't protect herself from who else was out there, but it wasn't like she could. most likely, she would end up sitting up on the roof, waiting for him to be released.
she smiled when he expressed his happiness for the gameboy, finding it entirely amusing. and she was glad no one else heard it, because then they would have been thrown into seperate cells and their time probably would have been extended. that just wouldn't have ended well at all, for shayna, conor, or the guard who seperated them. "yeah, i love you,"
[/color] she confirmed, kind of figuring it was an obvious fact. "but ... i have no idea what a gym battle is,"[/color] she laughed sheepishly, feeling a little stupid for not knowing. which she shouldn't have been, because gameboys just weren't her thing. she had never been a videogame person. ever. who needed videogames when you had a guitar? okay, maybe that was just shayna's perspective on things. most kids played videogames at some point in their life, but not shayna. she'd witnessed people playing on a play station and an xbox, but she had never actually done anything herself. her fingers had been made for picking guitar strings, not pushing buttons. the more she thought about it, the more she kind of .. envied conor. for getting his gameboy back. however, that feeling of jealously lasted for about a half of a second, mostly because shayna wasn't capable of jealously, nor was she capable of holding a grudge, or purposely hurting someone. she could try, but her attempts were feeble. like in those moments when she would purposely try to piss conor off. in never worked, because three seconds into it she would become consumed with guilt and start spitting out apologies. you could say she was a push over, because she was. it was easy to get your way with someone like shayna. "look, if i get out before you, i don't want you to worry. i'll make myself comfortable on the roof and wait for you. or vice versa."[/color] the roof was their spot. officially. it was their place to escape and their place to be together so that no one else could bother them. every now and then, shayna would find herself back up there, usually early in the morning when she hadn't gone to sleep the night before, so she could watch the sunrise. it was sappy and cliched, but it was just something she did for herself. and it was always the same spot. she took the staircase by the infirmary up to the top, climbed out the window, and took the ladder to the highest point. "but i kind of think they'll release us together, just because i don't think the staff members care enough to actually bother with us."[/color] those were just shayna's false hopes, but there was nothing wrong with believing that, right? it was partially true. the people that worked at alkaline had a tendency to not give a shit about the patients. they assumed every patient was stupid and incapable of realizing when they were being mistreated. sometimes, she was more afraid of the staff members rather than the other patients. as a level four, sooner or later it would be her turn to get poked at. experimented with. she was still hoping that her name would pull through for her and keep her safe. she didn't know how much they actually cared, though. she didn't want to have to worry about who would be doing what if they were seperated until the time came for that. shyly, she decided to approach the topic of her fear of the dark. kind of. "i'm not .. a fan of the dark. darkness and i don't get along too well."[/color] her eyes lit up as he turned on the gameboy and she realized how it came along with a backlight. she didn't know how long the batteries would last for. hopefully long enough for her to be released in time. but if the night was approaching, she assumed that they would be in here all night long. what staff member wanted to be burdened with having to come down to the detention cells to release naughty patients? none. and her negative thoughts were interrupted with what she considered to be a bad omen, as the light keeping the room visible flickered out in less than the blink of an eye, and conor and shayna were left with the light of the gameboy between them. her eyes met his and she tried her hardest not to look too terrified, and she kind of succeeded, but she had always been bad at hiding emotion from her eyes. she knew conor wasn't necessarily sensitive towards things like this, but she naively hoped for something different tonight. she was either going to need some serious comforting from him, or he was going to have to keep her mind occupied from thinking about how they were spending the night in captivity. it wasn't so bad, because she had him with her. but still, it wasn't a feeling she had thought about when she had decided to break into the offices. no, she didn't regret her decision to do so, not at all. [/justify] tagged rachel w/ conor bbyy. words 1229. notes I WENT ALONG AND SHUT THE LIGHTS OFF 'CAUSE I FELT LIKE IT XD. credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by CONOR ELLIOT STERLING. on Jan 18, 2010 18:06:39 GMT -5
*show how you wanted it to beI'M IN OVER MY HEAD, OUT OF HER HEAD SHE SAID --- [/font][/center] conor found it just a little funny how shayna said she loved him. not only was this word...uh...completely foreign? in the dictionary of conor, but the way she said it was so obvious, and so easy, and so careless...it all just fit. and it was strange, this wasn't to say, for the millionth time, he didn't appreciate their relationship, because fuck yes, he really, really did. like said, the feeling of being loved, and no having this love meet its demise in under a week, it was really just different. because everyone who had meant everything and anything to him really did go away in the end of things, which truly pissed conor off, not that he had any plans of sharing this with people anytime soon. even with shayna. he just was not ready to spill everything and lay it out there like it meant nothing, oh, it's just conor's feelings, why do they matter? he never has any important ones away, hah. yeah. sure. he didn't feel like taking that shit and never would. this was not really self concious just...secluded about personal things. he, like everyone else in this great world, had a line of what was too personal and what was not. and something like what had been going on before this, after, even- that was too close for him. or at least now, for shayna in particular. he knew she liked to give sympathy and had no issue whatsoever spilling her guts, but she could do that all she wanted, he didn't really plan on changing his mind. maybe. she couldn't sway him. he did not think so, at least. especially not now, when they were in a cell, a cell amongst many, many others, and there was also a possibility someone was outside. well. he really wouldn't say anything then. like he wanted some ass staff member to hear him totally get personal with shayna. but then again, no one had heard them yet, right? hmm. he still didn't think it was the best of ideas. maybe it would get them out sooner, though. no. probably not. that'd just end badly. and he would get upset. and as dumb and as not-scary as it sounded, you really did not want conor upset. especially in the area of shayna. then you were screwed. wow. he was developing some hell of a protective instict there. not to say he doubted it, ever. he always knew it would come to him. jesus christ. it looked like he really loved her too. it was obvious. they seemed to have a strangely bipolar relationship that flicked between happiness and being pissed off, and being sad, and telling people to go die in a fire, and threatening to push people off of roofs, but that was merely the beginning. oh, love. it was such a beautiful thing in an asylum. it really was.
silly. of course she had no idea what a gym battle was. these were things you learned with time. and a sizable amount of trips to bulbapedia. "well. it took you long enough to admit it. and here you are completely flaunting it, i feel special."
[/color] he laughed at the thought. special. being loved by shayna was a very prestigious thing. well, maybe. she seemed to love a plethora of others, but then again, she probably loved him seriously. seriously. oh my god. that's something. why was it so new to conor that she loved him? they figured that out a week or two ago. funny how things that seem so simple to understand, to admit, to figure out in general, are (or were) so fucking complicated to get to and to deal with. and how easy it was to forget how...great it was. it was special. and the gym battle thing again. he never found shayna to be a person irrevocably in love with any gaming platform or pokemon for that matter, but he could dream. and dream he did. "to be honest, i didn't think you would. but it's okay. you don't seem like that type of person, anyway."[/color] he smirked a little as he said it, and he hoped the newly darkened room would hide it. no, he wasn't trying to provoke anything or create drama. he just had to say it, of course she was more of the type into the simpler pleasures. and of course she loved music, blah blah blah. he could bet quite a sum her tastes differed from his in that area, but we can't all be perfect. right. but, before we get ahead of ourselves, conor still loved shayna. opposites attract, right? like magnets. a north and a south pole. okay, maybe they weren't that diverse. it was closer than that. or he thought so. and it worked, so far. aside from a few bumps in the road here and there, but who said anything was wrong with that. it was a common occurrence in relationships, and in young ones- and first ones, for conor. yes. number one, numero uno. well. it wasn't the first time he was more than friends with a girl. but it was possibly the first time he was more than more than friends. so. yeah. strange shit. and he would never, ever EVER, dare tell anyone this was the first time in this sect of relationships. hell no. who did they think he was. maybe that was why he was so confused and sometimes hated shayna. because this was an important time, if you will. hmm. he would use this as an excuse the next time he told her to go and die in a fire, but that wouldn't be the best thing to use. he'd be giving a lot away. and he only said these things when she threatened to put him in canada, or if their relationship was in jeoporady, not to mention she couldn't hold a grudge for the life of her. ah well, he'd teach her how. conor was good at these things, very very good. well, at least he didn't get a load about getting worried. shocker there. worrying was something new in the universe for him, yet another lovely side effect of shayna. she was teaching him good things, he stole her innocence, it was just perfect. no. not really. it was too late to wish otherwise, though. he kind of already did the latter when they first met. damn. why did he always regret these things WEEKS later? well. too late for that now. he was also wondering about the roof again. ahh. what a lovely day. he didn't really know though, why whenever they were together it was in a rather off putting situation. like this, this wasn't fun. couldn't it be somewhere else? but then again, times like these were closer. ohh. but not that closer. oh god no. the song one. wow. it was good though. best four minutes ever. and best one dollar and twenty nine cents spent on itunes. ANYWAY. the roof, yeah. the spot. people seemed to think it was a secret code for something which conor had never engaged in with shayna and hadn't planned on just yet. shudder. that's getting too deep. "ahh, the roof again. nice. you'll have to come down by yourself though. i refuse to go up there alone."[/color] he remarked quite stubbornly. he wasn't. let's just say, conor was not really the best...incognito guy. yeah. not really. this wasn't saying he totally would fuck himself up if he tried, but he would rather not take this chance today...not really at all, for that matter. how sad. he was a conundrum of epic proportions sometimes, he really was. he made no sense, or his mind sure did not. "that's not exactly it, just considering how long you've been sitting here or even longer, for that matter...uh. yeah. but i just can't see myself getting off so smoothly. i mean, maybe. cause no one here cares, you are correct. OH SHIT i am such a pessimist."[/color] conor pouted a bit (all of a second) and sighed. he was. he really didn't feel like admitting there was a possibility that he could get his ass saved and be out of here the same time as shayna. PLEASE god, let this be so. just for today. any other time he could be in there forever, just not when there was shayna to be missing. eew. that sounded so cliched and cute. not conor style. this was not a good sign. he doubted going on about how being afraid of the dark was something you got over when you were five was a very good idea. no, he was not afraid of the dark, hence he was really just sitting and observing shayna's expression which had a bit of terror seeping through it, and making sure his pokemon collection was still intact, so help him god he would NOT lose a legendary pokemon, or a level eighty crobat. uh. awkward. yeah, but conor really was not too sure if he would be the one to save her from the horrifying darkness today, putting into consideration that she'd be out soon enough and he really was not quite sure how to help in such a childish area, to be honest here. not like he was the best with cuddling or making you feel better. and good luck getting sympathy. or good luck getting your sympathy attempts accepted by conor. at this time, shayna knew a bad idea when it came to him, but inside he knew she was just dying to give him all the love she had. oh yes. well, that was a little dramatic, wasn't it? or was it... "i've seen this. so don't upset me or i will turn this off. so help me."[/color] oh jesus christ. he couldn't have seriously threatened her about...nothing. ugh. conor... "i didn't just say that okay. and don't worry, the dark is fine. it's just not bright? yeah."[/color] well, there was his words of wisdom. hopefully she wouldn't hug him crazily again. that was a bit awkward, if you don't mind him saying. but at least it was shayna, because really, he fucking loved her. way too much for his health or well being's sake. but they were past that now. such a petty concern. TAG shayna bby. WORDS 1771 LYRICS everlong by the foo fighters NOTES well. he's like tempting her with his nerdiness. you know he is XDD AND NICE WITH TEH LIGHTZ. [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART. on Jan 18, 2010 19:11:28 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
shayna knew, or at least assumed, that conor lacked the emotional capabilities that she had. or at least he didn't like to use his emotions very often unless they were negative ones. while she was busy being nice and caring to anyone who crossed her path, conor would probably be off shoving people out of his way if they got too close. had she not been head over heels in love with him, then she probably would have been absolutely terrified of him. not only was he probably the most dangerous person in the asylum, but he didn't have the remorse or the sense of regret that would have ever stopped him from hurting her. but that was only if they hadn't met under the circumstances they did. she hadn't really been afraid of him at all, and she should have been. it had been the weirdest feeling. in fact, he probably should have just taken her out while he had the chance, you know, before he started feeling the same way for her. it probably would have saved him from the burden she had over him, and the extra effort into protecting her because she was so incapable of protecting herself. he could have spared himself from having to worry over whether or not she was avoiding getting killed by another sadistic patient. instead of straining himself to love her, he could, and should have, done what he did best. what he was comfortable with. which was the exact opposite of what he was with shayna now. he should have just told her to leave him the fuck alone. but that was just shayna's negative, illogical thinking. the first day they had been together she had assumed she was annoying the crap out of him, but didn't really care what he could have done to her. what he should have done to her. oh shayna, just stop.
shayna loved people. it was a natural proclivity of hers. but she didn't love anyone like she loved conor. she cared for others, she worried for others, and she sympathized for others, but with conor it was different. she cared so much for him, and she worried about him more than she worried about herself. however, she knew better than to sympathize for him. he didn't accept sympathy, nor did he give it very often. he wasn't exactly a sensitive soul. shayna just wanted to love him, and sometimes it felt like he was trying to push her away, almost like he was afraid of her, or what he was feeling for her. she didn't know, and she couldn't exactly be sure over anything. it was just a hunch. if she wanted to hold his hand, he was so hesitant. just, little things made her more insecure than she should have been. but she was shayna, so she didn't worry over it for long. eventually, her mind moved on to something else, like how engulfed he was in his gameboy, and how adorable that was. and if she ever verbally stated that he was adorable, things just wouldn't go over well. so she held it back. she had never really taken an interest in gameboys, or videogames in general, so she wasn't going to demand or even request that he teach her the game. she was content just.. doing what she was doing. which was nothing, to be completely honest. "yeah, you're a huge pessimist, but my consitant optimism makes up for it."
[/color] the two were opposites like that, but they had their similarities. kind of. like they were both considered insane, according to the asylum and the people who put them there. yeah, so they had more differences than similarities, but there were similarities in those differences that made them work well together. if that makes sense. even at his threat to leave her in the dark, she bit her lip and avoided pissing him off. she knew better than to run her mouth like that, it would result in more fighting, and shayna didn't want that. she didn't want to spend their time in detention mad at each other. that would only make the time more excruciatingly painful than it had to be. she would have rather been in a cell alone than with an angry conor. it was tempting, it was so tempting to resort to his level and make some kind of snippy comment. but instead, she didn't say anything, she chose to completely ignore him. turning her back, she used the little light emitting from the gameboy to find her way to the little white bed. she sat down on it, hanging her feet off the edge like she had prior to when conor had been thrown in the cell with her. shayna could be a real bitch sometimes, and that side tended to shine through whenever conor said or did something that she didn't agree with, or when he said or did something that offended or hurt her. she should have known better though, because she knew conor was impulsive and tended to act before he thought about it. but there she was, grumbling her way to a bed just because he was considering shutting off their only light. "you know what, go ahead and shut the light off, but you're sleeping on the floor tonight."[/color] and to think she had actually considered sharing it with him. if anything, she was the bipolar aspect of their relationship. she would be so miserable for two seconds, and then get over whatever pissed her off and move on with her life. but then again, both of them were ridiculously stubborn. conor liked to think he was always right and shayna needed to have things go her way. they weren't exactly a match made in heaven, but they had their moments, and that kind of made up for everything. she didn't care, for the moment, that the floor was concrete, cold, and uncomfortable. if conor was going to be mean, that's where he was going to sleep. she knew he wouldn't accept that, and he would find some way, whether it be through threatening her with his knife or physically removing her from the bed, to get her to give up the bed entirely or at least share it. however, she was going to hold her ground until she felt like moving on, because she was stubborn. and that was all she needed to justify herself. the dark was more than just not bright. it was dark, and impossible to see, and you couldn't see who was coming for you, or what the danger ahead was. it was blinding and that scared her. shayna liked being in control of things, she liked knowing. if she didn't know, she was scared. conor didn't understand that, but it wasn't like shayna was putting any effort into making him understand. she was just sitting there, expecting him to figure her out. but even in the midst of her bitchfest, she still loved him, and that only made her feel more bitter about it. she didn't understand why she loved him. sometimes she didn't he deserved her love. but she knew that she loved him like crazy, and even if he wasn't willing to show his affection for her, she would learn to accept it. she never wanted to be mad at conor, and she was mad at him for a stupid reason in that moment. if anything, he would become the object she needed to fear, especially if she continued to piss him off like she was. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by CONOR ELLIOT STERLING. on Jan 19, 2010 22:51:04 GMT -5
*show how you wanted it to beI'M IN OVER MY HEAD, OUT OF HER HEAD SHE SAID --- [/font][/center] conor wasn't all too sure if it was wise for shayna to be so...afraid of him. it was the most stupid thing for him to be concerned about, as the normal human being enjoyed not being a scary entity in someone's life, but for someone like him he really assumed everyone was afraid. or at least didn't find him the greatest person to put your trust in, your friendship in, your loyalty in...your love in for that matter. he really didn't think he had it in him to make shayna...hate him, or be upset with him. or just plain screw something up for her. but that was the thing, his impulses were pretty unpredictable and god knew when they could come and go. it was hard to say. he just knew that expectations bred dissapointment, and, who knew—if they expected this to get any farther, he didn't want it to be their demise. at all. he loved shayna and he thought she did too, he just wasn't all too sure if it was best for him to get so close to her (or, vice versa, more likely) and end up getting hurt because of it. conor was just like that; someone like shayna, so simple and...fragile, and well, famous. all the complications of that were endless. and conor really wasn't ready to be sued. or killed. who knew what would happen. he wasn't too fond of thinking of it, of course. right now he was in enough shit here. he could be in love all he wanted but he was still here. that was the roadblock. it always was. it was hard to prevent the inevietable, if you will. he just didn't even know how it lasted this long to begin with. at least that had to count for something. hmm. maybe. he was also surprised how that day he got angry at her, how he didn't totally hurt her. it was a very, very high possibility with conor, and even more so when he was angry or upset. and that's why it was such a risk with shayna, he really didn't want to think of what he could do. it was the worst relationship he really could have ever gotten into, to be honest.. but it was the...element of surprise? that made him enjoy it, not to mention shayna of course. he didn't really think he would ever be able to live it down if he did hurt her feelings, or just hurt her in general. conor was just going to have to control himself a little more for shayna. and he could really only hope that would be enough, because right now control was a hard thing. sure, it caused a hell of a lot of shit between conor and others, he just needed to maintain some ounce of it for her. this was because he cared, mind you. he cared about her and her being okay around him. it was enough they couldn't tell anyone about the whole thing, but even more so that he could ruin it all in one fucking day. hour. minute, second, even. like said many, many times—shayna did seem like a liability more rather than a...girlfriend? shudder. wow. that was yet another new word conorlearned today. too many new...horrifying concepts.
it didn't really hit conor as a surprise when she wanted him to sleep on the floor, no. shayna, like many other girls out there, had real pms issues and he was too lazy to mess with them or discourage them, he just blew it off as nothing. nothing but a good silent minute before shayna started thinking about what she did, burst into tears and tried to hug everything away. that was another great shayna perk; she couldn't ever hold grudges and would always give way, way too many second chances. it was a strange thing, but for someone like conor it was greatly appreciated. plus, she overreacted and she would admit it. letting him knew he won yet again. oh, he did have a bit of an ego complex which really didn't get into the way of things most often, but sometimes you couldn't help it, almost. especially when you were around someone so stubborn and well. so fun to be right around. well, mostly fun that is. and it was true, she had uncurable optomisim which on some occassions really just annoyed the shit out of conor. but other times it was helpful. like now. when he denied any chance of getting out early, shayna had something else to say, and in a much more positive outlook at that. sometimes he wasn't so sure about this though. sometimes you had to wallow in self pity which she didn't seem to fancy. then again, quite a few felt this way as well. so. it was double sided, he guessed. he had no idea. once more, this entire relationship was extremely confusing in conor's mind and he really could use a diagram to figure it out. hmm. well, that could be a bit much. but something along those lines. "maybe not CONSTANT. and i'm not a pessimist all the time so it's not nessecary."
[/color] he shrugged. not all the time. just sometimes he didn't know what to expect. that was it, he didn't know what to expect...right. or at least not from shayna, her mood swings were insane and unpredictable and they didn't always end up on her side, not when conor was right next to you. or when conor was right next to you and you were insulting him. hmm. hope you know how to run. but right now, right now there wasn't really time to think about that. he was too busy with the pokemon to worry about that. whatever the hell that was, he was not too sure. he really was not too fond of the idea of sitting so...close to shayna, either, to be honest. but if it came to those circumstances, he really would have to deal. the floor. sleepong. he wasn't planning on doing such a thing, and to tell you the truth, he really would rather not sleep on cement. or whatever it was made of. he wasn't a texture professional, and he wasn't that curious. so all he had to say to that...well. he didn't really care what she said right now. all he knew was that sleepig on the floor was far from a possible option today. not only did he think that they wouldn't leave him here that long—right?and that the floor was obviously uncomfortable. well, it could be tight. "hmm. is that so."[/color] conor remarked and moved himself all of five feet toward the bed, squishing in. yeah, well. she liked getting close, right? it didn't matter. "so. good luck with that."[/color] he smirked again, such a common expression between himself and shayna. he liked being right, he liked seeing her reactions to the silliest things, even though they could get tedious and relatively annoying. but hey. she could be as irritating, pissy and crazy as she wanted to be. because today, conor had the gameboy. and he had light. and so help him he would turn it off and watch her sorry ass cling to him helplessly, in which case...he may or may not do anything. hmm. but for now he was just fine. he could do this all day; he had the gameboy thanks to her kindness. so. he would use it forever. he would happily fight anything today because it had been such a long time. sob. thank god he remembered which buttons to use. so, if shayna had anything else to say she might as well just go on right now, while conor retained some bit of childish amusment in the thing. there was a decent chance the violence wouldn't ensue now as opposed to a normal time. and yes, he loved shayna. slitting her throat because she insulted him would be a hard thing to do right now. not to mention there were probably guards or some shit just waiting outside. that was...if she felt like she needed to yelp. he doubted this. she didn't seem like that type. he hoped. he was really just sitting on the bed and not paying any attention to shayna. when she was having one of her immature little hissy fits he really wasn't going to deal with it. these things, as often as conor did them himself—he did so because he had issues. okay. not because of some reason like...well, she didn't have much reason. but she did such things because she was a oversensitive girl who was way to easily offended or preturbed by things said by him. she needed to seriously drop that, because hell. she was in love with the most offensive, annoying person. and he admitted it. there was no limit to what he could or would do just to see someone get uncomfortable, nervous, or possibly to score a threat. number one, these threats were nothing to him. no offense, but there was a higher percentage of conor winning the whole shebang as opposed to you, and number two, most people regretted it shortly thereafter. shayna certainly did. but that was just her. so. there were two sides. and conor was seriously hoping the ugly side had worn off. it got so dramatic with her. sometimes it was a really, huge, surprising miracle that the realtionship worked, but it just did. anyone who had ever noticed them together thought they argued more than a married couple. which was true. and this was why no one knew why exactly, they hadn't gotten married. that was simply because...well, they were far from that time in their lives (and love, for that matter) god knew how long this would last, and because...this wasn't the place to come if you expected public displays of affection to be allowed. not that he had ever tried, and he never would, because then he'd seriously be headed to canada; but still. it could be a decent bonus. it was really boring to say you loved someone and not even be able to show it, or totally just brag about it. because, believe it or not, it was a really terrific thing to have shayna on your side. she was so nice and happy and added a little something to the otherwise dreary life of conor. so. hehe. it was worth all the craziness in the end. they were magnets, remember. north and south poles it was. "so, are you done being mad now?"[/color] this, conor was quite curious about. he'd rather not spend all his time here ignoring shayna and attacking steel-type gym leaders all day wih his torterra. no. awkward silence could possibly be the worse thing in his mind, it was so, well. awkward. and creepy. "and i was just being honest, anyway,"[/color] he started. if he decided to provoke her maybe she wouldn't be such a bitch? ah well, that'd probably go the other way as opposed to his way. but hey, better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all. isn't that what they said? probably a misquote. "because you know that isn't you. shayna doesn't really like pokemon, does she. or is it more because she can't actually do it."[/color] this was definetly why. he knew she liked to get things right as much as he did, or she sure as hell came off that way. ugh. they were so different yet so similar, it was repulsive. and he couldn't wait to see how this worked out today. TAG shayna bby. WORDS 1995 LYRICS everlong by the foo fighters NOTES ahh conor totally ranted about shayna cause slipknot puts me in that mood XDD this word count is ridiculous, i lacked any muse whatsoever, this was written throught the entire day, the mood changes wayyyy too much, and i think the second and third paragraphs are exactly the same, personally. the last one is the only decent one >.< I HATE HATE HATE THIS WITH PASSION. ASKJSLAJDNISKAN. DDX [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART. on Jan 19, 2010 23:41:38 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
yeah, she was depressed, but not really. she hadn't felt like she was in a depression since she met conor, and she had rarely taken the prescribed medications to treat herself. therapy sessions hadn't improved, but that was because she was purposely keeping herself shut up now. if she looked like she was healing, they would send her away. away from conor. she couldn't, and she wouldn't have that. so, she continued to act like she was just as unstable as she had been when she was first admitted. when she had first come to alkaline, she had been a trainwreck, and she would admit that. they had her on serious medications to keep her spirits up. while she wasn't suicidal, she spent most of her days cooped up in her room just kind of laying there like a vegetable. but it had only taken a few days for shayna to become shayna again, and say, you know what, i'm going to do something with myself. maybe it wasn't as much of shayna saying it as it was the medications, but it still helped. in truth, shayna wasn't really crazy. well, she could easily be considered completely insane at times, but really, what person couldn't be? she wasn't messed up in the head, or at least she wasn't messed up as everyone liked to think she was. but like any girl, shayna could be irritable. she could be bitchy and act totally spoiled. it was just part of being a hormonal female specimen, and sometimes, sometimes those actions made her look a bit more insane than she meant to be. on some days, she could control herself about as well as conor could control himself, and that wasn't saying much, considering he lacked the control because of a problem that he truly had no control over. she knew when she was over reacting and she knew when she was acting a bit too pmsed. however, it would take a little to get her to admit it. eventually though, she would break down into her usual shayna-self. apologizing and begging forgiveness. because, well, that was shayna.
she couldn't help but laugh humorlessly at his comment about him not always being a pessimist. that was such a lie. a complete, dirty, horrible lie. her eyes rolled, and she was glad he couldn't see her expressing this attitude in the darkness, because she wouldn't have doubted him to smack her. or shove her off the bed, or threaten her in the very least. she wouldn't have blamed him either. in her eyes, he was totally a pessimist. he was constantly talking about how if they got caught they would die, or he would get sued and get blamed for fucking her up even more than she already was (or everyone thought her to be). he honestly believed that by being together, someone would kill him. she knew that wasn't true. she knew that she had at least some kind of power over people to protect him. i'm shayna heart and if you touch him, i'm throwing your ass in jail because i can do that. she didn't like to think about using her fame that way, but she knew she would when it came down to conor. she wanted to speak up and tell him how wrong he was, how he was the biggest pessimist she ever met. maybe that wasn't entirely true, but he sure looked like it compared to her inexplicable optimism. however, she was ignoring him for the time being, or at least acting like she was. you couldn't really ignore someone who was right next to you in a tiny little detention cell. you could pretend, but you could hear every word they said and had no choice otherwise. she was fully prepared to debate him on the subject and prove him wrong - give him examples about all the times he was so negative. because he really was. but you know, he did have his good moments, and she knew that. every now and then he could be a little more positive. sometimes. when she actually paid attention to it. or when she actually chose to admit it. but this was shayna being a bitch. and so far, in her entire lifetime, conor had been the only person to actually bring out the mean side of shayna. it was well overdue.
good luck with that. good luck with that? jerk. yes, she mentally called him a jerk. if she said it out loud, there would be hell to pay. so inside of her head, she angrily referred to him as a jerk, simply because he wasn't going along with her plans. and then there he went, making himself all nice and comfortable next to her all casually, while he continued with his pokemon game. she hated how he seemed to remain so calm and fine while she was fuming. of course she was mad. he had the power to control the one little light that gave her the ability to see the cocky smirk on his face. she couldn't stay mad after seeing the expression and she hated herself for that. but his grin was too adorable, and too cute, and too irresistable. and she just found herself not being mad anymore, except at herself. ugh. she wanted to be mad and she wanted to teach him a lesson but that never worked with conor. he always won. no matter what. he found a way to twist any situation into his favor. she hadn't exactly expected him to stay on the floor, but she hadn't expected him to make himself so comfortable so close to her .. so quickly. he was never like that. he didn't like touching, i.e., holding hands or hugging. she recognized that fact about him even if he never said it outloud. but there was, making himself all nice and cozy beside her. she knew that he probably knew it would only irritate her more, and he just wanted to see her like that. aksjd ugh. sometimes the frustration he created inside of her was absolutely ridiculous. she grumbled, but she didn't protest. she squirmed on the bed a little, trying to make herself uncomfortable, even though she was already comfortable. she didn't want to feel comfortable with him in that moment. she wanted to be upset with him for god's sake! but she couldn't help herself. and eventually she settled in just fine.
so, simply to retaliate his actions, she laid her head down on his shoulder, knowing, or at least hoping, that it would bother him endlessly. and the more he reacted, the more she would try to bother him, and it would be an endless cycle of the predictable shayna and conor fighting. the fighting never ended, and if it did, it would end to develop into something sickly cute. they could go back and forth telling each other how much they loved each other, or they could fight some more. and fighting always seemed to be the winner. "no, actually, i'm not done being mad,"
[/color] she said with an edgey tone to her voice. she had to force it though, because she wasn't really mad anymore, even though she wanted to be. so she just kind of faked it and sighed, leaving her head on his shoulder and just kind of staring at his legs. "okay so,"[/color] she started after a moment of silence, "i'm not really mad anymore."[/color] she spoke with frustration, simply over another defeat from conor. but it was impossible for her to stay mad. she didn't know why. she didn't know if she could be mad at everyone else and just not him. it was confusing and she didn't like it. but she couldn't be mad at conor, even in his meanest moments and even when he was acting like the biggest jerk ever. even when he was cocky and egotistical, she found him adorable. and when he was threatening her, she got over it quickly and moved on to whatever. "you know, sometimes i seriously hate myself for not being able to stay mad at you."[/color] it irritated her endlessly. was it bad that she frustrated herself more than conor frustrated her? oh god, that was just him winning again. oh, pokemon. she'd never played before in her entire life. she'd never really even witnessed anyone play around her. she knew what it was, kind of. she knew it was like, pikachu. yeah, she knew what that was. she knew of it at least. she'd never seen one, nor did she know what it was really. back in elementary school or whatever, people would do their little gaming thing together by connecting the gameboys with wires, but oh, shayna was so naive over the pokemon world. even more so than the real world. she didn't understand the concept of gym battles or anything along those lines. she hadn't even know they existed until conor brought it up earlier. and she should have known he was just trying to provoke her, and just trying to stir something out of her, and he succeeded. "okay bigshot, teach me then. i don't like it because i can't do it. i've never done it before. ever. i don't even know what a pokemon is."[/color] she frowned, picking her head up off his shoulder and glancing at him, looking down at the gameboy screen and having no idea what was happening. she was challenging him, yeah. kind of. she just wanted to prove conor wrong. she wanted to beat him. she didn't know what she was proving him wrong in, or what she was going to beat him at, but she was going to do something. she was beginning to realize how he was just provoking her and trying to rile her up, but she didn't care in that moment. another part of her just wanted that attention from him, instead of him being entirely focused on his gameboy. it wasn't a large part of her and it wasn't her being selfish, it was just another one of those girl things. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by CONOR ELLIOT STERLING. on Jan 20, 2010 18:14:11 GMT -5
*show how you wanted it to beI'M IN OVER MY HEAD, OUT OF HER HEAD SHE SAID --- [/font][/center] it wasn't that he was so...far off before he came here. conor was just fine, really. he was just peachy. everyone got angry sometimes. and lots of people had knives. maybe. okay, so. he took angry to another level and yes, he had a knife. deep in his pocket. and he broke things. and he hurt people. and he liked hurting people. and he felt happy when someone was afraid and...yeah. you get the point. but still. that wasn't a legible reason to be here, that all was just a load of shit. and he was sadly reminded of this when his ipod...dinged? or something like that. because, in real life, before hand he had something scheduled five minutes before the approaching time. if he remembered correctly it was something documentary wise. conor liked these things. but no, this wouldn't be happening, so all he really did was take it out of his other pocket (he had a few, okay) and stick his tongue out at the things he would be missing. oh, happy days. that also meant he'd be missing fifty million things he had set on palladia. well. too late for that now. he would be missing out on a lot in this biodome. yes, biodome. that's what it was, but actually you could delete the bio prefix. this place was not natural, because they had pills galore and conor could swear they had some humongous...medication locker or whatever the hell they were capable of hiding somewhere. and so help him, the day he found it all he would do...he'd just throw bottles of random meds at people (most notably staff) and be happy. because he would also never be taking any of such things ever again. and the end. yes, this was his ideal time here. a miracle like that really wouldn't happen and he would just continue sheltering himself in a basement while enjoying the pleasures of an ipod and now pokemon. but. this wasn't something he planned on doing forever. good thing he had shayna. and a few others. he wasn't entirely helpless. okay, well, sticking your tongue out like a five year old at an inanamite object was pretty sad, to be honest, but he really didn't want to miss his music documentaries. okay. yeah. good. and that was the way he handled things. be it throwing pills at people or just coming up with some offensive remark, he did it. the only thing was, if your threat wasn't legitimate enough or scary enough or you just weren't very intimidating in general...then you could suck it, because he wouldn't bother, provoke him like hell but you would get nothing. he would just blow you off, because all your sorry ass was—all you were wa another person with another ego problem. a lot of people here were. they thought what they did was so fucking scary. no. it was just pathetic and conor looked down shamefully on you. tsk tsk. that's why he had plenty of enemies to spare as well. it was hilarious. and as the place just brought more people in, and as more people tried to intimidate the metophorical 'beast'; the more he found that people just blew things out of proportions, and there was really nothing that stung more to a petty criminal than hearing what you did was actually just a stupid offense in a country full of rather big ones. and all landing yourself here because of such things meant only that they were running out of room in a juvenille facility, or you were way too much of a weenie to stay alive in a prison so you gave the classic insanity plea. yep, he could see through all your shit, kiddies. and he did just call you a weenie mentally. that was why he scared everyone, because he knew everyone was simply a facade waiting to be revealed. and he knew everyone wasn't as terrifying as they looked, not unless it was a mental problem, in which cases that was...pretty interesting. no one liked to be called a fake. and no one liked it when you really were embarrassed in front of everyone,and conor did. oh, that gave him so much hapiness and pride. that's why he had so much pride, he was convinced, because there were so many fakes to be exposed and so much more...pleasure, to gain from doing so sucessfully. but you know what upset conor? hearing from an ipod that he wouldn't be seeing soundgarden play live in nineteen ninety four. or learning that there would be no witnessing the with teeth tour at twelve am in the morning. yes, he was pathetic sometimes too. oh, the irony—you just needed to push the right buttons, and the strangest ones at that.
but he wasn't going to complain, his exterior expression to everything so far today was pretty damn pathetic, to be honest, and he didn't feel like acting like some kid towards yet another electronic device. because it got tedious and really derranged, what sane person got upset with an ipod that you scheduled to remind you about something? not the normal kind, and he would appreciate it rather greatly if shayna did not get totally freaked out and decide to call this realtionship thing off. but that was just conor overreacting just like shayna. and he did this quite a bit; you may notice. it was just a reflex thing. he was so used to people overreacting about him, just getting afraid or annoyed and flat out...worried? he didn't know about that.. everyone did, though. they all took things way, way out of proportions, and that was why he landed here. because of people being too sensitive, and people saying it really was just a simple reaction to a person like conor, blah blah. he'd heard them all, he just did not buy any of them. of course. and obviously he was completely ignoring shayna. mostly. conor didn't really want to, nor did he feel like ignoring her was really the best idea at the moment, but still. she was just annoying sometimes. he wasn't going to get pissed at her, because he really didn't want the awkward silence; like said before. he hated that, there was enough on that one day when they sat on the roof. that was interesting, hell yes. he wanted to say something or possibly just tell her to really just shut the fuck up. but. this was rather...risky and quite the touchy subject, if you will.. not only was it extremely hard to ignore someone you were basically squished next to, but it was hard to ignore shayna. she liked being heard and really liked her protests and bitchy fits listened to. yeah, well. conor really wasn't in the mood for that. it was so stupid. sometimes she did need to get over herself, and right now along with plenty of other times—he was damn curious as to why she was here. was it because she was depressd or because she had a serious ego problem? the latter was pretty viable. and he would have said some snarky little quip about it, if not for her putting her head on his shoulder. wow. shit. what was this. how were they getting this close, better yet. it was such a strange sensation. yes, sensation. it wasn't that he did not appreciate her being comfortable next to him, or touching him in any way...it was just something. haaa. something, yeah. he was surprised all he did was squirm a bit and adjust himself, because ordinarly he would have pushed her off the bed and her head would have cracked open, but no. that was not on his mind, not today...
haha. she thought she was so good at lying. so good at being tough. oh yes, no. not at all. much like the others that conor spoke of earlier, she was pretty transparent; if you will. easy to read. all he knew was that it was awfully easy to read her and really easy to tell when she wasn't mad. go on, say it all you want. it meant nothing. of all people, shayna was too simple, so nice. never mad or angry enough to hold a grudge that lasted any more than five minutes. a moment of irritation because she wasn't winning and some stupid little pout-moment meant all of...uh. not much. hence, he could ignore her without an ioda of remorse or different feelings, for now that was. "yeah. i figure these things out pretty easily."
[/color] he shrugged a bit, but of course inside all he was doing was laughing. ha. her pretend anger was so funny. "i can see that. i get it a lot."[/color] he smiled. it was so silly. it really was. he did get the comment quite a bit, everyone wanted to be angry at him. they couldn't. not because they were in love, but just because they knew it was a bad mistake they minute they started it. "so it's okay. don't feel bad, everyone has to lose sometimes."[/color] it was really all just slowly coming out. it was true, but extremely hypocritical at the same time; he loved winning. but he also loved to see shayna react to the simplest things. or, well, it was simple in his mind, but pretty complex to others, to be truthful. all he knew was that everyone got upset because everyone couldn't make him crack right in front of them, and any other reasons...he wasn't too sure. but shayna was easier than that, so naive and innocent and annoyed by everything little thing there was. or. everything little thing that conor did, which, when you put the whole mind trick crap into consideration, was not that little. but once again, to him it was. these things, these little snippy remarks were pretty daily in his life, all too easy to think up and just spit out, because he wanted to.. because he wanted to. hey, there was a really great reason. that and he couldn't help but make shayna angry. it was kind of cute, not going to lie here. he could see it all work out and sink in, as well. oh, it was so inexplicably easy. and he would have said some other snarky little quip if not for her putting her head on his shoulder. wow. shit. what was this. how were they getting this close, better yet. so conor was just basking in the moment when she asked. SHE ASKED. she asked about 'a pokemon' and it sounded so wrong yet so right. one, because there was really no such thing as 'a pokemon' which he would stress to her very soon. that was step one. only would she figure out how to press buttons and make luxray use bite once that got through her rather thick skull. yes, he just said that. he went there. "SHAYNA. WHAT THE FUCK."[/color] he basically...shouted, while gripping her shoulders. jesus. not that big of a deal, but as you have seen, conor blew things way out of proportion as well as anyone. but this was step one, understanding the very concept was extremely important and essential to pokemon survival. fuck, he sounded like some...professor of video games or something. wow, conor. just wow. "okay. sorry about that. but there is no such thing as a pokemon, not until later on. right now..."[/color] what were the words...hmm. he didn't know. might as well just go crazy. who cared. not shayna. she probably just wanted him to shut up, or to possibly kick his ass in the game. which would never happen, pssh. he tempted her with his remark earlier. "right now it's more, what is pokemon, it's a very loose concept. trust me. there are many, many branches, and not all are nessecary, mind you. but most are pretty important and these things come before the pokemon its. ay? okay."[/color] he really had to just stop himself before he went on some major tangent. this whole thing had to be relatively short, but it would be as long as need be, depending on how annoying she got. he could imagine very, no offense. but yeah. that's how it started. it would be a hell of a lot easier if there was internet here, which there had to be in the offices. but right now there was no bulbapedia to show her things or demonstrate things. so all he had to do was tell her some shit and ta da. it's good. you're good. hopefully you don't kill his crobat. it wasn't the best of all conversations to be held between people who loved eachother, but it was way, way too tempting to pass up. and she would learn, god help him. and she was sitting next to him, she better get used to it. he had no idea how long their stay would extend to, but hopefully nothing tedious or boring, and hopefully not so long that his battery died. or then they were screwed. because if conor didn't have this thing to occupy him, there was a fifty fifty percent chance he may or may not resort to pestering her as he often did. that or he would just be annoying and be rude and make little quips about her every move, which often were relatively uneeded. but hey. you needed something to give you ideas, right. at least conor certainly did. boredom was definetly not one of his strong suits. not ever. and he wasn't up to fighting it, not today. then again, he never really was, was he? no. but this would last for quite a bit. he could tell already she wasn't that type, she seemed damn clueless as to why, exactly, he was pressing the 'b' button as opposed to 'x', or why he was on a bike and not running, and why he couldn't scale that mountain, no. because he didn't have that hm move yet. according to the sources this came much later, but he was not about to try it. he had to go and save the pokemon. what a peak learning time. TAG shayna bby. WORDS 2427 LYRICS everlong by the foo fighters NOTES i normally never say this but FUCK IS THIS LONG. OH MY GOD. wow. no srs. don't make a huge reply because part of this was ramble, first and last paragraphs are best so just read them :'D i totally composed half the word count thanks to my ramble at midnight with the 1 p-graph. yep. srsly. jeeeeesus. i will never write this much again. it's all full of filler >.< and yes, thank you. i do schedule my ipod to remind me of music documentaries, much like my bby here. and yes, i do plan on watching beside you in time on palladia. on monday XDD I'M SUCH A RAMBLING N00B, DONE NAO KTHNX.[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART. on Jan 20, 2010 21:25:42 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
okay so, shayna did not want to be ignored. she didn't like being ignored, especially by conor. she didn't expect attention from him all the time, nor did she really want it. but she assumed he was purposely ignoring her just because he knew it would bug her. she kind of deserved it, because she couldn't keep her mouth shut and she was returning the favor by purposely doing things to annoy him. but that was how they operated. they went back and forth, clashing in every way, until they found a middle ground to settle on for a bit. eventually, they would start clashing again, but she knew to enjoy the middle ground while it lasted. it would only be a matter of moments before something sparked between them again and they were back at each other's throats. it was good, kind of, in a way. their constant fighting kept things interesting, and it had yet to grow tiring. before conor, shayna had barely fought anyone at all. she still wasn't confrontational. now it was just the fact that she was so comfortable around him that she didn't want to take any of his shit. she was going to debate him when he was wrong and he wouldn't admit it, and she was going to fight until he claimed his victory. because he always did. she was comfortable enough around him to rest her head on his shoulder when they're crammed on a bed and she was comfortable enough around him to fight him until he threatened her with his knife or she threatened to send him to canada. that was how it usually ended in their verbal disagreements, anyway. as much as she didn't want to admit it, and as much as she knew he would never even consider admitting it, she liked being close to him on that bed. she liked feeling him there, knowing he was there. just having him there. it was terribly cliched, but it was true.
everyone has to lose sometimes. she immediately had to fight back the urge to call him a hypocrite. everyone had to lose? or just everyone but conor? as long as conor wasn't losing, he was happy. in a way, she liked that about him. was that sick? or was that just part of her love for him? that she was okay with how hypocritical he was, that he always felt the need to win. he didn't even let her win, which she was okay with, too. but little things about conor annoyed her in ways that didn't really annoy her. like, she would get peeved for all of five minutes and then be over it and things would go right back to normal. conor was difficult like that. he did things his way, and he didn't leave room for anyone else to have their way. it was his way or the highway. he was more stubborn than shayna, and that was hard to compete with. he had the edge that she didn't. yeah, she got annoyed and was stubborn, but she couldn't hold up that attitude without feeling guilty. he didn't have that remorse inside of him. he could be stubborn and rotten and spoiled and that was just conor. she accepted it, and again, in a sick way, she kind of loved it. by now she had entirely convinced herself that the reason she was in the asylum was because she was truly messed up in the head. here she was, loving and willing for a guy who was so different, and so dangerous, and so .. dark. sometimes. she knew he wasn't always mean, or dark, or jerkish. he was a sweetheart, and he had his cute moments. even though she would never in a million years admit that outloud. she could find a way to love every single thing about conor and find a way to ignore things she didn't like to much. "baby i hate to break it to you, but not everyone has to lose. i mean, you don't lose. or you don't let yourself lose. ever."
[/color] her tone was amused, almost lightly teasing, as was the expression on her face. she couldn't help but be startled by his sudden raised voice. it didn't scare her as much as it just caught her off guard. and once she realized what he was screaming about, she kind of just rolled her eyes and laughed softly, because it meant nothing to her. oh no, she didn't understand pokemon. oh no, conor didn't like that. cue the eye rolling. she jumped slightly, but only from being caught off guard, not out of fear. "conor sterling, do not swear at me. please."[/color] her tone was firm, simply to get the message through to him that she didn't like being sweared at. but it wasn't so firm to sound bitchy. it was more amusing than anything. she just didn't liked having curse words shouted at her, even though he hadn't meant it in a mean way and she should have been used to it by know, especially with conor, who had an extremely dirty mouth. it wasn't like she was much better. she felt like she had been swearing so much since she met conor. not that it was a bad thing. the words just sounded funny rolling off of her tongue. and then she added the please at the end because she wouldn't be shayna if she wasn't being polite or nice in some way. it had been an accident actually. she hadn't meant to say please, but she had. but yeah, moving on. she didn't like being sweared at, she was informing him of that, she said please, and now we're moving on with our lives. "so i don't get the concept. what's the big deal in that?"[/color] oh she had no idea what she was getting herself into, what she was setting herself up for. there was a whole pokemon-related world in that little gameboy waiting to be explored by here, and she was only so willing to actually do so. so, simply in retaliation to his slightly aggressive shoulder grabbing, she cuddled up to him. kind of. wasn't it strange how she fought aggression with love? oh shayna. so naive. she wasn't like, clinging to him or hanging all over him. more or less, just was just curling up to him, getting a bit closer and bit more comfortable. she knew that touching annoyed him, or at least loving touches did. so that's why she did it, just for that little satisfaction. even though she truly did enjoy being close to him, whether he liked it or not. a pokemon. the pokemon. he, she, it, pokemon. yeah, like she knew. it was a concept. a loose concept that he felt the need to drill into her mind like she actually cared about it at all. in truth, she didn't care about pokemon because, well, it was a fictional game that meant nothing to her. it was little .. pokemon (she assumed they were little creature-animal-things, but didn't really know) .. running around with people (maybe?). she didn't know about the gym battles, she didn't know that the pokemon were caught by their trainers, she wouldn't be able to tell a fire pokemon from a steel. the entire world was unfamiliar and irrelevent to her, as it was never something that she had cared for in the past. nor did she care for it now. to conor, yeah, the pokemon were important in his life, and he loved the game and dedicated time to it. to shayna, the pokemon were virtual, fictional little things (she didn't even know how to describe them) that served no purpose towards the world. yeah, it was a form of entertainment, but what was so awesome about it that it kept conor so engulfed? she hardly believed that it could be entertaining enough to keep him occupied for anything more than a few minutes. or at least, she knew it wouldn't be able to keep her occupied for more then a few minutes. at the rate conor was going, he could play the damned game for their entire time in detention and beyond. "well, explain this whole pokemon thing to me, 'cause it's one subject that i don't understand at all. and it would be very nice if you taught me. or at least attempt."[/color] chances were, she would loose interest in the subject very quickly, and give up. it was such a foreign topic to her that she had very little faith in her ability to understand it even half as well as conor did. "i probably won't make a very good student. videogames frustrate me."[/color] and they did. she didn't get the whole, hand eye coordination thing. she didn't like having to push so many buttons so quickly, which was slightly ironic since she managed to play a guitar just fine. she knew for a fact that conor was going to get irritated with her lack of focus, and her lack of ability to understand anything pokemon-related. his patience level wasn't half of what hers was. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by CONOR ELLIOT STERLING. on Jan 21, 2010 17:13:44 GMT -5
*show how you wanted it to beI'M IN OVER MY HEAD, OUT OF HER HEAD SHE SAID --- [/font][/center] things got extremely tiring dealing with her. most of the time. she didn't want to be ignored by you because SHE had given you your 'stupid' game back. jesus christ. sometimes it was oh so tempting to just tell her to get over herself, not everyone really cared how many times you said some cuss word and not everyone cared whether or not you payed attention to them twenty four seven. he could see she was pretty unobservant, no offense. but at least she admitted it, we were getting somewhere? mmn. seemed unlikely. but if she just pretended to like things because shayna was...shayna, the. he really didn't want to deal with it, he would flow with it all he needed to. of course she wanted him to just tell her because she was tired of listening to him blab on about things she didn't even understand, not as much because they were trying to get on common grounds here. she was so strange; he appreciated it. it was sweet and it was cutely sincere (if that made any sense) but her mood swings were so random and crazy and annoying, and he really had no idea if one day she was depressed, someone saw it, and because of her mood swings got sent here. which seemed awfully likely. she was so hormonal. it was insane. she was making him preturbed, and if she decided to tell him anything else with her bitchy tone, she was really in for hell. that's all he could say. you needed to leave your attitude somewhere else when you dealt with conor, thank you very much. he knew she did everything because she was a bitch just trying to make him annoyed, but luckily for him—and unluckily for her at that, he didn't show how he felt inside all over; he didn't leave his innermost emotions splattered amongst his face. no, he was far more secretive and surreptitious. of course he was. you couldn't be so much of an open book if you were like conor. things needed to be kept on the down low, if you will. especially every reaction to everything. shayna wasn't so good at either of these things, but that was her problem. yeah. it was her problem...he needed to stop worrying about it. then again, he was the one who was forced to deal with it. well. not forced, he loved her too, but jesus christ was she stubborn. and she had her moments. but lest we forget the good ones. conor assumed those times were why he still loved her. because if these times never happened she would be in this cell, getting her ass kicked, and being made fun of all the way. just cause. just cause conor is a bastard, you say? well, that works too. but mostly because shayna got on your nerves. but not his, no no, he was invincible. or he liked to think so. some people could attest to this and say he was. he thanked them greatly, but no one was that great or had an an ego that big, no one he could recall. that's because he didn't hang around those people, or not until shayna. wait. he didn't say that. she didn't have an ego problem, she was just famous and used to it and she was just...hard to deal with sometimes? ugh. something like that.
he didn't really know if she objected to what he had said because she liked to win as well, or just because, but he figured on the former. that was just shayna for you. of course she wanted to say quite a lot more than just that, but she was actually smart. she knew if she said something else like calling him a hypocrite, that wouldn't go well. and there would be that repulsive awkward silence, yep. ugh. but he was really curious where the fuck baby came from. ohhkay. no, not really. since when did they get that personal? not during any time that conor was aware of, sorry. it was slightly off putting and made him a bit nervous that we were starting to get that personal, but god knew. he sure didn't. she was a puzzle yet to be solved, in his mind. he also wasn't quite sure why they deemed this love and the relationship was so on and off, it was so confusing...so, in summary most people certainly wouldn't call it the blossoming of love, no. but it was somewhere. it was love and hate. the person you just loved to hate. right? yeah well, he knew underneath those bitchy moments shayna was cute and very naive, hence he was really the perfect counterpart and she was his. all he needed to do was think about the roof when she was an attitudinal bitch for some time. because that's why he loved her. conor didn't much feel like describing it all over, but plenty did go on up there and that contributed to their current status quite a bit. and you couldn't deny that, could you. no. "well, BABY...it's because i win naturally. you know you agree. i just have a gift for being right. sure, i'll lose if it ever happens. maybe."
[/color] he smirked again. ah well, it was true. he did. he just naturally won and was able to easily take control of things, you couldn't possibly disagree. that, and the slightly large ego complex helped a bit. hah. he wouldn't lie. conor had a invincible self conscience. maybe, or he just was too...quick to the draw. conor got to other people before they got to him; it was that simple. they could say something which meant abolutely nothing to him, and he could use it to his advantage. that meant he could take that wasted move and take it as the perfect time to take a lovely stab at said person. hence, it was kind of a play along type thing as opposed to actual losing? yeah...something like that. because the bigger the superiority complex you had, the more exctingly amsuing it was to just watch it disentigrate right before you. it sounded very sadistic—oh wait, that was conor. oops. not. he didn't really find the possibility of disguising his feelings very appealing. no. that was him and he did not plan on changing such a winning trait anytime soon, thank you. not right now when you had to totally just step on others to live well. or at least if you were here. definetly. oh, so now she was his mother too. jesus. not that he was in any state to get into what an ass of a mother he had; or still has, but she's basically invisible by now. but he wasn't. now was not a good time to wonder about if she was why he was so fucked up and in here and in love with shayna and listening to her tell him not to swear at her. oh, well. yeah. sure. NOT. yeah. once again, in the words of conor, good luck with that. because he swore plenty. he wasn't going to stop because she was so naive. and since when did she care? he had said the word plenty of times before. hehe. so all he did was really ignore her. the conor way. mhm. why not. better to be brutally honest. in his opinion. "shayna, i don't really care. i am also not sure who made you god today."[/color] he quipped. too late now, he was on a roll. it was far too early to stop right now. hopefully this would be kept to some type of minimum. "so. fuck fuck. there you go. the end."[/color] he smiled lightly and said nothig else, not really. why not just bask in the moment; if you will. that's what he did pretty damn well. it all worked out in the end anyway. so he could be as annoying as ever. and that's how it is. plus, he really, like always, was not in the mood to sit here and listen to shayna tell him to 'conor sterling please don't swear at me' and all that. please. who the fuck said please. part of conor just wanted to continue swearing at her to just get on her nerves, but this would be a good time to stop. before she decided to explode and her innocence was diminshed, that is. and since when did she care anyway? ah well that wasn't the best question, she was shayna and shayna was strange, and unpredictable, and pms-ing. all the time. hah. well, then again they both had these problems, but she was...she was. "better get used to it now."[/color] he snipped and he was happy. yes, happy. wow, conor. you're just an ass. no. he was just being honest, she was overreacting. hmph. what the hell did she mean, the concept. pokemon was a huge subject, there were many sects to be explored and some of them needed to come sooner, some later. in short, there was the game of pokemon, the anime, the actual pokemon themselves, the trainers. it was all important if you planned on suceeding on your quest to earn gym badges, yup. "don't make me say it again, shayna,"[/color] conor scolded lightly, even though it was more teasing than anything. you could say it was just a good feeling of finally being able to kick her ass pretty damn well at this, even though she hadn't played just yet. this would come much later. or, a little later. "IT"S A HUGE DEAL, okay? there are...uhm...let's see, about five or six different parts in all, and that's just pokemon as 'the concept.' so it's vital. there are three different forms of the thing in general."[/color] he figured it wasn't time to blab on about types, strengths, weaknesses, offense, defense or moves-definetly not moves. not now. and certainly not the actual plot, that'd be introduced sooner or...sometime. she needed to grasp the meaning first, and then you could go crazy with the thing in general. to be honest, conor was a bit surprised to see her just gripping to him. okay, not gripping. but snuggling. eew. this was creepy. was she seriously trying to get pushed off the bed or told to die in a fire? because she was cutting it real close, truthfully. it wasn;t that he didn't think it was cute, or he hated it; he just wasn't sure if she should be doing that? ugh. nevermind. explain it. oh god. that could take forever, like said, there was SO MUCH to it. it wasn't just a game and some stuff, it was like...a way of life. maybe. but it was crazy and important and rather hard to beat, really. even conor had moments of sheer defeat, steel types were hard and...and that water gym was really annoying. so. these things all mattered, apparently much more than she would ever know, or dream of knowing, even though he doubted she ever did the latter. "weeell...it's like there's a tree."[/color] he started and paused. here we go... "and the tree has...six branches, yes. but three of them are broken and three of them are nice and...new? so we pay attention to those three, and those three would be pokemon the game, pokemon the show, yes the show, and then the pokemon species alone."[/color] what the fuck. a tree. and three broken branches, jesus christ. he was not the best with metaphors, he'd admit it. but really. could you get any worse or any more incomprehendable? he didn't think so. "but yeah. those are the most vital in your time with pokemon, and those are the things you NEED to understand before the game even begins. it's that deep."[/color] he nodded as he rambled on about how great it was. he was so sad sometimes, truly. and how the hell did video games frustrate someone. that was why internet was there, to figure things out. or at least for conor. it was easy that way. and no, it wasn't cheating, it was just thre to be a dictionary? something along those lines. "UGH. how can they frustrate you. they're simple, all you need to do is just get the point, that's all."[/color] jesus. if she was this annoying the whole time he was here, he swore to god he would just have to get someone to remove him from that cell. he wouldn't be able to sit there much longer and just listen to every little thing from shayna. he loved her. he really, really did. she was just great, end of story. they were opposites and they completed eachother, but they both seemed to rub onto eachother ocassionally as well, and sometimes it made, well, friction. what else was there to be made by them? not much. TAG shayna bby. WORDS 2226 LYRICS everlong by the foo fighters NOTES XDD MY WORDCOUNT. AGAIN. DOUBLE YOO TEE EFF. SRS. UGH. KILL ME. /headdesk but anyway, yep. gotta get a base down beforeee you get to the pokemonz. hehe. nao i wanna go play eeet >.> [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART. on Jan 22, 2010 23:30:18 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
dealing conor was the most grueling, difficult task shayna had ever faced. he frustrated her, drove her insane, and there was nothing she could do about it because she didn't really want to change it. she was torn. half the time, she just wanted to push him off the bed and tell him to go find some place else to be (even though he couldn't go anywhere at the moment), and the other half she wanted to cling to him so he couldn't go anywhere. it was impossible to handle someone so .. stubborn. and troublesome. and provoking. she knew, or at least assumed, that he purposely stayed so calm around her just to see her blow a fuse. for his own entertainment, of course. it wasn't like she didn't do it either, though. she would intentionally say things that were meant to piss him off, meant to make him hate her just a little bit. that wasn't smart of her, at all, but they had already established this. yet no matter how many times he tried to discipline her over the subject, she wouldn't listen, because it only made her want to push her limits with his patience even further. and those were already lacking slightly. he thought he was so .. untouchable. invincible. tough. smart. ugh. in a way, he kind of was. no one would try to hurt him because he was the most dangerous thing in the asylum. in that way, he kind of was invulnerable. and then he was tough, but at the same time, he was a softie. at least, he only showed that softer side around her. barely. she could catch it on a good day. if she was lucky. and then there was that know-it-all-factor. yeah, she carried it, too, but she wouldn't admit it. here he was, thinking he knew everything. well, not really. everything about pokemon at least. that wasn't really much, but even outside of their little pokemon escapades, he came off like he knew everything. like the dark wasn't scary. and they would get caught if she was too loud. frustration.
god, yeah she definitely thought she was god. not really, but she had confidence. not an ego, really, but confidence. she assumed conor wouldn't harm her because there was something special between them. the attention of fame had never gotten to her, but naturally, simply as a human being, she liked having attention, especially conor's. but she wasn't a goddess, nor did she say she was. she didn't really think she was acting like it, either. even though she kind of was. "i never said i was god, conor. you don't need to go that far."
[/color] he had a tendency to over exhaggerate things that made her just want to roll her eyes and laugh. "and i definitely do not need your attitude."[/color] in which case, she kind of laughed softly and did, in fact, roll her eyes, still curled all nicely up against him, cuddling whether he wanted to or not. so what if she liked to get close? she was only human. she liked cuddling, and at the moment her only teddy bear was conor, so he was going to have to learn to accept it or succumb to it entirely. she was totally enjoying it, and under his squirming she knew it was making him slightly uncomfortable, which only made her snuggle a little bit more. she didn't like his attitude, and she didn't like how he amused himself at his own swearing, because he knew she didn't like it. but that was how they acted. they went back and forth immaturely, trying to irk the other person. she'd tell him not to swear, so he'd swear more, so in retaliation, she'd cuddle nice and snuggly up against him like a little girl with her teddy bear, knowing how dreadful it would be for him. only a little, though. she was far too harmless to actually say anything, and she didn't exactly have the guts to follow through on that. she was totally content cuddling like she was, all nice and warm against him. she watched him continue with his little game, not playing much attention to what he was actually saying. she knew he wouldn't appreciate it when she asked a question that he might have already answered, but she was much too lost in her own thoughts to pay attention to something so trivial as pokemon. okay, maybe it was good if she kept that to herself. conor might have beheaded her had she announced her lack of enjoyment in the videogame. what was there for her to like about video games? she wasn't a boy. she didn't have that sense of, video game mentallity? she wasn't aggressive. she didn't have that desire to fight, battle, or ensue in war, and wasn't that what most games were about? she couldn't put herself into a game. she didn't care about virtual characters. well, she did. i mean, shayna has that undeniable sense of compassion; she doesn't even want to see a virtual character get hurt, which was probably part of the reason as to why she didn't want to take part in playing games. however, she could get herself into a musical mentallity, she could put herself into a song, and she cared about her lyrics. she could be aggressive through her lyrics, that was how she got her revenge. she wrote you into a song, and even though no one else knew what it was about, whoever she was writing about knew. they always knew. and once millions of people were listening to the same song, someone's going to realize that it had to be inspired some how. it was as simple as that. she didn't expect him to understand at all. "video games are just too .. primative. for me. kind of. i don't need them. i like my guitar just fine, thank you very much."[/color] she knew he couldn't care less about her guitar, so long as he had pokemon on his side. and she didn't really mind at all. pokemon was his thing, that was awesome. the guitar was her thing, that was awesome, too. he couldn't blame her for not liking video games, but he was going to anyway. she wasn't seeing things the way he was, so he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that she did. shayna figured that she might as well just suck it up and listen to his rants over pokemon, because it was coming whether she wanted it or not. the fun thing was that no matter what happened between them, no matter how persistant he was or how annoying she was, neither of them could go anywhere. they had no choice or say in the matter. they were locked in there together until someone said, okay, time's up. but that wasn't happening anytime soon, and they were officially stuck together in that bed unless conor decided to move, because there was no way she was giving up her spot. that is most definitely not how she worked. and she was too nice to kick him off. plus, she liked the cuddling thing, even if he wasn't participating that much. psh, whatever. they had their friction, they could rub each other the wrong way. she wanted one thing, he wanted the other. that was how life worked. no one was so compatible that they always agreed. not to mention, that would be boring. terribly, terribly boring. it was kind of good how opposite they were. it gave them something to do, especially when they were locked up in a stupid detention cell. "alright, alright. show, game, species. i understand. continue on."[/color][/s] now she was just kind of .. defeated. oh god, he was going to love that. winning was his thing, wasn't it? and winning against her just gave him an even bigger head. she tried not to sound entirely bored with the idea, maybe showing a little interest would get him through his quickly so they could spend the time enjoying each other, instead of the video game. she didn't really understand. she kind of did, but she didn't get the gist of it. she knew there was a game, a show, and an entire species now. she didn't know the similarities or differences, or what each meant. she didn't know the cause and effects. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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