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Post by james levi on Feb 15, 2010 20:44:11 GMT
Sigh. What's wrong with this day? It was perfectly sunny outside, and it was warm for a winter's day. James wasn't stoned, wasn't drunk, hadn't just gotten laid, hadn't sung in quite a while. His bird was resting on his head, where she liked to be, and his bass was where it always was, attacted to his hip.
He frowned, not seeing anything too worth checking out.
he was hoping for a good laugh from that clown that constantly made fun of people, but they had yet to find a new one. Insulting people, then getting dunked in freezing water wasn't the greatest job. He sighed, pulling his hat more over his ears. He looked down at the bass, sighing again and plucking some strings.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!" They sang. "That was great!" Jullian said, smiling at his drumset. "We did do good, boys." James said, smiling. His mother came into the garage of James' smallish house, smiling brightly at the boys. "Would you like something to drink, you little rockstars?" If anyone other than his mother called him little James would have gone off on a rocket and exploded.
That's what he missed. He missed the clatter of dishes in the summer, the cold lemonaid from his mother after and during the long, drawn out sessions. James streched out his back, yawning, and went over to a bench.
Letting Paradise down on his wrist, James smiled. "On a dark desert high-way..." James sung, signaling the parrot to sing. "Raaaww, Cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air..." The bird paused, looking at him expectantly. He sighed. He hadn't brought the crackers. "Will a carmel apple do?" James asked, then chuckled a little when the bird nodded it's head, and really it's whole back. He walked up to the consession stand, bought an apple, and held it up to the bird, who snapped at it excitedly.
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Feb 17, 2010 17:00:47 GMT
Kiara Louise Cherrystone i've found a world where love and dreams and darkness all collide
maybe this time we can leave our broken world behind
we'll be together again
all just a dream in the end Be nice. Be nice. Be nice! I told myself over and over until it was stuck in my mind. I had to be nice. No more Kiara Cherrystone: the murderer, I want to be Kiara Cherrystone: the normal girl. Or... Close to normal. I don't think anyone who lives in Sonnisle can be classed as normal, it takes a brave person to come here... Or someone who is completely clueless and knows nothing about the place. I walked into the theme park, maybe fun things would take my mind off the twelve murders last week. Surprisingly I was filled with guilt. I wished I'd never hurt anyone... If I was being completely honest... I was jealous. I was jealous of two people being together. I was jealous of those who had more than me.
I pushed the truth away and went to sit on a wall. It was quite a high wall, I had to push myself up using all my strength. I sighed once when I was okay where I was, nothing much seemed to be happening, and everyone was going about in large groups, some looking at me as if to think, she looks a little weird, move quickly. I wouldn't blame them for being scared of me. I was scared of myself. I rolled my eyes and then decided to lay on the wall instead, so bored... I looked up at the cold blue sky, wondering what it would be like up there with all those people who disappeared because of me. I knew, somehow, that they were all glaring down at me, possibly trying to steer me into some kind of trap that would kill me off. I wished it was true.
I wanted to be a child again. I wanted to be five years old, with my Mum and Dad... No people to murder. I wouldn't even know what the word meant. I wouldn't have these guns. I wouldn't be immune to poison (though I suppose you could say, being immune to poison is a good thing). I loved, how when I was a child, the world was so much brighter and warmer as I laid on the grass in the garden. My Mum would rush around after me to make sure I wouldn't get into trouble. When you're that young, you just want to get out of the place and explore. You want to learn new things and see something that amazes you... A bit like if you saw a butterfly. See one when you're five years old and it's the best thing that's ever happened to you, the colourful big wings that you wish that you had yourself. See one when you're fourteen years old, you notice it has boring torn white wings, and then it gets struck by lightning.
My thoughts were interrupted by some annoying singing. I glared up at the sky, as a cold wind went past and then rolled off the wall, luckily landing on my feet. I looked around the theme park just to find the annoying James Levi sitting with his parrot not too far away. Yeah, he was a lot older than me, but I wasn't scared of him. In fact, he couldn't be scary even if he tried! I got impatient after a couple of seconds of listening to them and tapped my legs where the guns usually were. Oh fucking hell. I thought, clearly pissed at this time. My hands became fists and I raised them up to my chest, then stamping my right foot and pushing my arms back down to the side of me. Shit! I hissed quietly, looking back at the musician.
'Ey! Would you mind if I asked you to shut the fuck up!? I blurted out suddenly, walking towards him and the parrot. I stopped a little bit away from him so I wouldn't hit him. Don't lose it. I told myself. Be nice. I silently argued, Too late. Yet, another enemy for Kiara Cherrystone. Great.
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Words: 663
Tags: James Levi :: Closed?
Lyrics: Together Again -- Evanescence
Outfit: Red vest-top, small black jacket (sleeves rolled up), black skirt that comes just above her knees, thin black tights, and dolly shoes :3 Her hair is straight today. ;]
Listening To: Listen To The Rain -- Evanescence
Notes: Hey!
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Post by james levi on Feb 17, 2010 17:34:12 GMT
James smiled, cigarette hanging from his mouth, strumming happily at his little Hofneir Violin-Bass. He winced, smacking his fingers against the bass, halting the nonchalant melody. He pursed his lips, ready to yell, but instead his just rose his eyes to whoever it was that told him to stop. "Sorry, lass, but would you mind keeping you trap shut about my music?" He said, grabbing his bird off of his head. "There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the hotel California," James stopped singing, stopped playing his bass, and looked to the bird. "Well, Paradise, what do you think of this lass?" He said.
"Such a lovely place, such a lovely face..." The bird squawked. James' eyes opened wide, until he realized that was yet another line of the song. "No, seriously." He said, glaring at the bird. If she makes one comment of me talking to my bird I'll kick her ass. He thought, looking quickly to Kiara and then back to the bird. "Super hot. Super hot." The bird said. James threw his head back.
He looked at Kiara, shook his head, and went back to his bass, this time playing one of his own songs he hadn't quite worked out. It was rather trippy, sloppy. He knew it would annoy Kiara. "Baby, you can..." James looked at the bass. What goes with that? "Damn." He said, defeated.
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Mar 4, 2010 17:55:40 GMT
He seemed happy enough until I came along and ruined it all for him. Good, he shouldn't be annoying me so much. I knew he wasn't doing it on purpose... At first. He was probably just trying to enjoy himself. He probably didn't even know I was here until just then. I blinked when he slammed his fingers down on the bass. Yes, I'd definitely ruined it all for him. Even though we never really spoke, never really looked at each other, we both knew each other like... Like we'd known each other forever. There was a mutual hate between us... Though if we tried, we probably could be friends. I didn't want that to happen, in all honesty. I found our arguments quite entertaining. I don't think I'd ever hurt him physically... I sometimes would like to but somehow I manage. It's kinda weird.
I would mind, actually. I hissed, making sure I didn't smile.
Luckily, I didn't. My eyes narrowed slightly at him, when he started singing again. I looked at his bird, and a confused look crossed my face for a few seconds. Why did he bring it around with him all the time? That annoyed me slightly. I can't remember the last time I saw him without that bird named 'Paradise'. I mean, God, you don't see me dragging Fang around everywhere I go. Well... I suppose that's a little different, imagine walking around town with a wolf by your si- Yeaaah... Maybe Fang should come to school at some point. I'd love to see the look on the all of the bullies faces... I mean wow, they'd be sorry.
Well, Paradise, what do you think of this lass?
That brought me back to life. I looked at them, a little bit more pissed than before. I expected a negative thing to be said. I ignored what the parrot said, I didn't want to know. I shifted a little and rolled my eyes when James said, 'no, seriously'. I decided to listen this time. I'd show the stupid thing who he was messing with her-...
A strange fire burned in my heart, which spread through my veins, as if to set them alight too. I wasn't happy, at all. I think I'd rather have a negative response than that. The fire that burned... I couldn't give it a name. I didn't know which emotion it was. It wasn't a good thing though. What a lie! How thick is this bird?! Can't it see?!
I realized then that the look on my face wasn't pretty. It was saying, 'run, now, before I kill the pair of you'. I didn't understand this... They had to be messing with me. They wanted me to say something nice to them... I really felt like crying... After all the things that've been said about me.. This was the worst.
And that's not right.
He started playing again and then he sang.. And that pissed, I'm-going-to-kill-you face vanished. I actually smiled. He'd completely failed that. I almost laughed, but I didn't feel like it was worth it, so I didn't.
You try too hard. I smirked, rolling my eyes. If he gets it wrong again, I think I might actually break from this dark glass I felt I was in. Make the wrong move, the glass will shatter, and hurt me, and everyone close. I'd lose myself again if it shattered. And it was dark because... Of something. Somehow, I liked this trap. Sometimes, it wasn't that bad, because it stops you from feeling anything. It's a dead feeling.
Right now, I didn't want to come alive again.
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Words: 596
Listening To: Peace of Mind ~ Bat For Lashes
Notes: tiny repeat from the cbox thing, when kiara said 'you try too hard'. and about the dark glass thing, if you don't get it, just ignore it.
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Post by james levi on Apr 10, 2010 13:46:13 GMT
James looked up at Kiara, squinting, for he was facing the harsh autumn light directly in his eyes. He did admit to himself, though he’d never admit it to anyone else, for a moment, he was afraid of Kiara. Until he had screwed up on the song; then she had actually smiled. It scared him, it really did. He knew how Kiara hated him, and he was utterly dumbstruck at how she in any universe, dream or reality, why she, Kiara Cherrystone, would smile at him. Taking a glance at his bird, he said, ”Well, if I didn’t try at all, then I wouldn’t be anywhere, would I?” He said with a grin. Standing up, he allowed the bird onto his shoulder once again and pushed his bass to the side of his hip. He got rather close to Kiara, smirking, a rather twisted smirk, one that meant more than he was smug.
”Love, love me do, you know, I love you, I’ll always be true, so ple-e-e-eaase, love me do-o.” He smirked and sang it. As he finished the one line of the song he did sing, he looked into Kiara’s eyes, then, after batting his eye lashes a couple times, James pressed his lips against Kiara’s. In one swift movement, James put his hand on the back of Kiara’s neck, pulling her closer, what he hoped would make it harder for her to pull away. He then put his other hand on her lower back. Not caring weather she kissed him back or not, James started full-out snogging her. He pulled out of the, looking at Kiara with seriously whorish eyes. He then moved down to her neck, nipping lightly at the thin skin on her neck. Pulling away from her, he smirked. ”So. What are you doing later? He asked, smiling. In all truth, James expected to be smacked or shot or forcibly poisoned. But he was still grinning.
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Apr 13, 2010 12:03:07 GMT
I shrugged, unsure of what to say. He was right, in a way, that if you don't try you won't get anywhere, but in some ways, he was wrong. Sometimes, without even trying you can get much further ahead, and sometimes, if you try too hard, people begin to get bored of you, you lose people, and you need some people to help you along the way, like... I don't usually try when I write music, I wait, I go places, I see people, I see things happen, and I live, then once something springs to mind, I write it down somewhere. In music, you just need a lot of patience, and then when you least expect it, it's all there in front of you. If I didn't live outside all the time, if I lived a life of no drama, if I didn't have Fang, or the... Ghosts... I don't think I'd have anything to write about.
... I think too much.
Give it up, we both know you're not getting anywhere. I told him, shifting my weight onto my right foot, and holding my right wrist with my left hand. I could still feel the scars on there from what I did a week and a few days ago. Lucky for me, nobody had noticed (well, if they did, they haven't said anything about it), apart from Matthew and Leonhardt Jones who spotted them the other night when I tried... To kill myself... And Matthew. That was an eventful night. I've managed to avoid the jock and the secretary for a while now. I don't think I have the guts to talk to them. And because I was avoiding Matthew, I had to stay away from Keith, one of my closest friends... And my biggest crush... I still hoped Matthew hadn't told him what I did to myself, what I did to him, and all the other people I killed. I'm the one responsible for the jock's broken leg.
I'm going off track again.
Until now, I hadn't noticed James had moved his bass. Now, he was getting rather close to me, but I stood my ground, praying he would see sense and back off. He was lucky I'd decided to leave my guns and poison back 'home', for the good of everyone. I can't control my anger. Once I've lost it... There's no going back.
But still, James continued to get closer, and then he started singing again, I closed my eyes tight, repeating the words 'calm down, be nice' in my head, but I was more than just annoyed at this point. I'm sure my hands were shaking. I breathed in and breathed out heavily, feeling really uncomfortable now, but still not stepping away. What was he doing? Was he messed up in the head? Was he blind? Had he not heard the things that have been said about me? At this point, I had opened my eyes, and was looking down. Thick black make up hiding them away, hesitantly, I looked up again, just to see he was staring into my eyes. My heart sank, I had to say something now. I'd already given up standing my ground, and was just about to step back...
James, I--
I was cut off. James acted way too quick for me, pressing his lips to my scarred ones (yes, I had three red marks going across my face, and over my lips from a wolf attack last year), and putting one hand on my lower back, and his other hand behind my neck, so I couldn't easily pull away. My own arms were stiff at my sides, I didn't really know how to react. I didn't like James really in any way at all, but it was like... Normal... For me to kiss back. An automatic reaction, but somehow I'd managed not to move...
Until now.
I kissed him back, though I was stood completely still, and really, I daren't move. I kept saying the same things to myself, things like...
Why are you doing this? Stop, now! Kiara, are you stupid? Pull away! Tell him to get away from you! Hit him or something!
But I just ignored myself, I ignored everything around me. I ignored the people who were staring at us, myself... Everything went down... Apart from James. I felt really weird when he just started snogging me, like we were the only ones here, but maybe everything had blacked out for him too. I was beginning to hate myself for this already, so I didn't bother snogging him back, instead, I broke the kiss and turned my face away from him, shamefully hiding my eyes under the black make up again, but he just started nipping at the skin on my neck. I placed my hand on his shoulders and gently pushed him back, and then I took a couple of steps away, so there was a big enough gap between us.
So. What are you doing later?
I looked at him with confused eyes. Is that all he can say, after what he just did there? ... Idiot.
Um... Why? I asked flatly, shifting my eyes back down to the floor again.
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Words: 855
Tags: the whore JAMES! -- CLOSED.
Lyrics: Together Again -- Evanescence
Listening To: Sally's Song (Instrumental) -- Amy Lee
Outfit: Red vest-top, small black jacket (sleeves rolled up), black skirt that comes just above her knees, thin black tights, and dolly shoes :3 Her hair is straight today. ;]
Notes: james r horbiskit xD
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Post by james levi on Apr 19, 2010 12:32:35 GMT
James shrugged. Why did he want to know? Looking at Kiara's eyes, noticing they were adverted to the ground, he grabbed the neck of his Hofneir base and put it back like normal, leaning on a fence. I was just wonderi- Hey, look, a roller-coaster!" It was the first time he had noticed the rather huge roller coaster that loomed about forty feet away from where he was standing.
"I don't know about this," James squeaked. He took a step forward reluctantly, now too far in line to go back. He glared at his two eldest cousins. "I don't want to do this... Why can't I turn b-" He was cut off by his cousin's firm hand. "Because, we won't let you. Now, now, Jamie, come in between us." James glared and stepped in front of his boy cousin, behind his older, girl cousin. Either way it would be hard to escape.
When they got to almost the top, he heard a call from behind him. "Hey, this line's shorter... Let's go in this one!" His cousins began pushing him along, and as he looked up, he saw 'First Cart Line' He mumbled under his breath, "I hate you both."
As soon as they got off the roller coaster, yes, James was shaking, yes, his knees were weak, but no, he didn't hate his cousins. There was a huge grin on his face, and it got bigger as his cousins patted his back. "Good job, Jamie. You did it without crying!" He knew his cousins were smirking behind his back. "Pay up." His eldest cousin groaned and shoved the money into the other's hand. "You bet on me?" James whined. "Yep." His cousins smiled. But James had loved roller coasters ever since.
He grabbed Kiara's hand and started speed walking - and dragging her - closer to the roller coaster. "C'mon!" He smiled.
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Apr 29, 2010 7:10:53 GMT
I had a lot on my mind at the moment, so it took me a while to gather all the missing pieces to find out which emotion I was feeling. I was glad. I was glad he wasn't being such a creep anymore. Then I realised none of us were talking now, so I looked at James, concentration easy to see on my face. I was trying to guess what he was thinking, I could tell he was wrapped up in his own thoughts, probably some kind of freaky flashback. I know what they're like. Like the time when.. In fact, I'm not even going to go there. That's the last thing I want to be thinking about now. In my head I asked myself if I wanted to stay here and see what happens next, or go back to school and see if there's anyone around that area, or maybe go back to the cave and see Fang, or just hang about the town. I immediately crossed out the first option, I didn't want to be seen with James.. Ever. Actually, I didn't know why I was still standing here five minutes ago. I sighed to myself, guessing James wouldn't be listening anyway, and turned my back on him, just about to walk away when he grabbed my hand and dragged me in the opposite direction. I tripped back and then turned myself around so there was no chance of me falling over, I glared at James, realising which way he was taking me: towards a roller coaster.
Now I knew this was a bad idea coming here. I came here to soak up people's happiness instead of finding my own, and I clearly told myself: no rides. It's not that I find them scary, and they don't make me feel ill, it's just that I really don't like them. If you go back maybe... Three years, when I was ten, I loved roller coasters and shit like that, but that was when I was a happy.. Skippy.. Normal person. A bitch with blonde-brownish hair with quite a lot of friends, but just as many enemies, someone who liked to gossip, spread rumors about people, and had their mind on more than just one boy. Sure, that sounds like someone in their teen years, but everyone knows in the twenty-first century, every kid grows up too fast. But anyway, now, I'm not that same person people didn't mind, now, I'm thirteen, a total waste of space, someone who tries their best to avoid all electronics, someone who is hated by just about everyone in their whole school, some gothic.. Emoish bitch (yeah, I'll take that, I'm still a bit.. Well, a full on bitch) who doesn't deserve to have a place on this earth, but is still here, living her fucked up life without a person who cares what the hell happens to her. I've taken every peace, every happiness, every fun thing away from myself, and a roller coaster is something fun, so I'm just. Not. Going on it.
Whoaa, I don't think so. I hissed, pulling my hand away from this, and stepping back once again so there is quite a distance between us, Don't even think for one second I'm going on that. I click my fingers towards the roller coaster, No. Effing. Way.
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Words: 556
Tags: JAMES! -- CLOSED.
Lyrics: Together Again -- Evanescence
Listening To: Nothing.
Outfit: Red vest-top, small black jacket (sleeves rolled up), black skirt that comes just above her knees, thin black tights, and dolly shoes :3 Her hair is straight today. ;]
Notes:
yes, kiara used to have blonde-brownish hair. xDD
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