Bold Society, Real World Life Sucks

[Harlequime]

Welcome to New York city. The City that never sleeps. The City famous for their crime mobs, crime rates, and crime period. Grimy, but enchanting, New York can be both dazzling and terrifying.

It just depends on how you choose to see it.

For those who belong to the Bold Society, an elite gang that runs the streets of New York, this perspective changes. It become so much more surreal; the picture become framed and dirtied at once. They each have their own problems. But each one feels connected to the gang. It has become their life. On the docks, where grime meets polluted water, the Society has made their home in a desolate warehouse. Complete with modified bedrooms, a kitchen, and bathrooms, the warehouse had become their solace. Their safety. Their head quarters.

So, welcome to New York. You like it so far? Or are you frightened already?

The Bold Society- Members


JARETH GODD-FORESETTE

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Nicknames: God, Forest, Jare, Reth. Take your pick.
Age: 17 years young.
Body type: Slim/Slender. More muscle than fat. Made to move, whether it be fighting or hopping fences.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Black, framed with dark eyelashes.
Clothes: Skinny jeans holding on for their dear life, and a shirt that's looser than his chastity belt.
Personality: Naturally assertive, easy going, quick tempered
Likes: Fights, Vodka, Drugs, Fights, Breaking out in song, Fights, Girls, Boys, and Fights. Oh, and everyone in the Society of course.
Dislikes: Racism, people who mess with the Society, Drum Solos, Early Mornings
Known for: Those wicked fists. And that tempting smile. And the fact that he organized the whole Society.
Malfunction(s): Anger managment. Quit rehab. Quick to fight. Slightly paranoid.

MELONI FORD GARVES

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//Nickname; Meo
Height; 5' 5
//Age; 16
Weight; 113lbs.
//Eyes; Firey Hazel
Hair; Naturally dark brown with violent highlights and //lowlights scorched through it.
//Body type; Slim and slightly musceled
Personality; Energetic and eays going. Very cheerful, However perfectly capable of being a bitch to people she doesnt like
//Likes; Neon colors, Kittens, Hanging out, Boys, and Funny faces, Rum.. Jareth.. Pot(not a drug)
Dislikes; Drugs, Friends getting hurt, Crying, and Bad hair days, Rival gangs
//Habits;
(Good); Smiling alot, Sticking her tounge out, Sarcasm, Hugs, Flirting
(Evil) Lying, Cussing, Daydreaming, Sarcasm, Being a bitch to Mars, Flirting
Family;
://Sister: none
:Mother; May
://Father; Markus
:Brother; Micah

Xiamar Symphony Vilagilmente

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(sh-ow-marr sim-phon-ee vee-ah-hill-meant-ay)
Nicknames: Xia, Mars.
Age: 16 years young.
Body type: Curvy, hips and all. So don’t expect her to fit in a size 0. And you won’t see her in skinny jeans.
Height: 5’5
Weight: 120lbs
Hair: Black with gold highlights going through the curls.
Eyes: Coal black. Always wears eyeliner -Egyptian style.
Clothes: Whatever fit’s the moment. Most likely short shorts and suggestive, clingy shirts. Anything that attracts attention.
Personality: Quiet, gets on random highs -normally on Tuesdays and Fridays, though it may vary-, very determined to please others, easily scared.
Likes: Boys. Designer clothing. Hugs. Drugs.
Dislikes: The docks, the subways, and any other place that has creepy men lurking about. And Meo.
Known for: Sells topnotch drugs you won’t get anywhere else. Except if Meo or Jareth is selling.
Malfunction(s): A slight pushover, can become mute when angry, or really frightened. Sometimes goes off in her own little world. She's pretty much jacked.

Bartholomew Benjamin Baites

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//Nickname; Benny
Height; 5' 10
//Weight; 160lbs
Eyes; Green
//Hair; Black, Striaght, Side Bangs
Body type; Lean and musceled well
//Personality; Feirce yet sometimes unbelievibly sweet once you get to know him and accept him Likes; Smack, Girls, Guys, Fighting, Razors
//Dislikes; Cops, Running out, Bows, Rings, Orange
Habits;
//(Good) Smiling and acting with manners aroudn new people
(Evil) Smack, Blades
//Family;
:Sister: Amori
://Mother; Janet
:Father; Ray
://Brother; None

[Harlequime]

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Everyone who cares to join this. There may be some things mentioned that you do not understand. That is because we had a previous board. And this is the future. Well after the original group broke apart from a few large mistakes. So do not worry if you find yourself saying 'what?' It is okay.

The link is:
http://www.freepowerboards.com/nirvan/view...c.php?f=10&t=29
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[Harlequime]

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Will prolly Be crappy
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you asked me to live without you

It was in.. Swiftly, it delicately pierced the supple white skin. Releasing its poison in. letting the new, vicious, body destroying substance, combine with the sweetest liquid in the world. Her blood accepted it. Thats all it could do. It had no choice. And like that, the needle slid out leaving a small dot of blood as a reminder.

so i got a method for fake happiness, its all i can have now

She stood up and glanced at the wound. Though her worry was shot down as the high reached her. And man was this a good high. She hadn't hit in a few days and this brought her way past cloud nine. Try cloud ninety-nine. A smile settled to her face as she stretched, with a feline like movement, and began to walk away from the city she had always called home.

it's not my fault you don't approve

She was walking, with no particular destination, accept for away. Right now away seemed like a good choice. Away form her crappy job. Away from her much to peppy roommate. Though Benny was definitely more then a roommate. He was her pimp, her dealer, her lover, her quick fix if she was down. Benny was her happy pills.

you left me like yesterdays news

Her last boy was like that to.. But she had no attachment to him. Not now, not then, not ever. She hadn't seem him or talked to him in a couple years. He's probably dead. She sighed. Why was he in her mind so much right now. A shock of lightning reminded her. This was probably the biggest storm in a long time. Storms always made her think of him.

so i gave up babe, i tried to start a new

How soft and gentle they were. And then how they just tore apart the Earth. He was exactly like that. Moody, unpredictable, beautiful, angry, sweet, handsome, gorgeous, lovely... Damnit!!! Her voice shot through the air like thunder. She was sick of thinking of him. Sick of missing him. Sick of everything.

but my life is nothing without you

So alone.. All Meo was nowadays was alone. She missed him. She missed everything. But she fucked up to bad to ever go back again. So why was she even walking towards the warehouse. She didnt belong there. She didnt know where she belonged anymore. A corner??

i needed a friend

In all honesty that was probably true. She had let herself go so much. She looked exactly the same.. But everything wasn't. Its like when you look at someone’s baby picture and their face hasn't changed, but they have. That was her.

not my fault that its probably gonna be my end

i miss you.... It was a whimper. Her fiery eyes were on the clouds as she stood at the end of a long dock. Waves crashing around her.

i love you baby

i love you Jareth she looked down. Mist was creeping around her legs. The fishnet stockings were definitely not keeping her warm. Neither was the mini skirt or impossibly tight corset. Cold didnt both her though. This was nothing compared to when she left the house and lived on the streets. This was like a summers day. Just another summer day in Paradise

you just stopped loving me

[bete]

now that she's back in the atmosphere with drops of jupiter in her hair,

the rain was welcoming, but of course it was a complication. she wasn't exactly dressed for it, and her summer dress clung to her and dripped with water. she clung her long jacket around her, knowing full well jareth was already preparing some hot chocolate and a fire for when she got home. after all, he'd known it was going to rain- pat of the reason he gave her his jacket despite her protests- and also the reason he requested that she didn't wander too far off. although xiamar tended to be a bit foolish, she listened well, and she was glad she had listened to jareth as she ran down the docks. her eyes scanned the many docks rapidly and warily so; she could never be sure whether or not she was safe here- as far as she knew jareth had wiped all the thugs from these docks... but still, she'd been raped four times by men at the docks, and she was certain that the fifth time would come just as quickly as the first four did.

her eyes caught on something; a figure at the edge of the dock. she immediately assessed it: friend, or foe?. she had to slow down, walking and pulling her long black hair into a high ponytail so that the long ponytail could hang down to her waist. her eyes squinted as she did this, and despite the warnings, she walked a bit closer so she could take a glimpse at the figure on the long dock. the waves slapped at the edge, and to be honest, she didn't like the idea of that person standing there on the dock in the middle of the storm. all it took was one wave and he/she could be swept overboard. "hello?" she called out, but her voice was swept away by the wind and rain. she walked a bit faster, wiping her face so that it wasn't completely running with water, although as soon as she wiped it the rain pelted her face just as eagerly. "hey!" she was well within reach now, and she stopped so that she could move by the stranger's side, "hey, it's not safe here!" she practically had to shout as she put her hand on the stranger's shoulder gently, who was surprisingly her same short height.

[Harlequime]

baby your fucked up

She turned around in shock. She had heard the voice. the oh so familiar voice.. and she had hoped. Hoped with all her fractured heart that it really was her. Mars.. She looked at the girl. Still short. Still cute. Still herself. And smiled. A real one for once. And cocked her heard. Her high was there. Her high was good. it was bringing her up, another thing that hadn’t happened in a long time.

damn girl, your screwed up

Hello.. long time no see xiamar? Her voice was light. Different. Her eyes held no fire. Her hair was flat, not just because of the water. But because of what she had gone through. Because of how she had changed.

a smirk and i'll break your heart

The old luster was long gone. And so was the old Meo. And here was some strange look alike carrying way to much heroin to even think of seeing the sun again if she got caught. Though the sun really never came out for her much. She spent most of her time in alleys and bars.. getting high and in the bars case, drinking those fuckers dry.

hun, its already torn apart

[bete]

she acts like summer but she walks like rain, reminds me that there's time to change,

the stranger turned around, xiamar watched in silent observation, waiting for her to say 'yes- let's get out of here'. but then that woman's lips moved and spoke something entirely different, and even through the storm, she heard those words as clear as day. long time no see... who was she? and how did she know xiamar's name? xiamar blinked slowly, those large black eyes uncertain and for now, quite blank. "i'm sorry... i don't-" and then it hit her. and it hit her hard. she gasped and her eyes went wide. "meo?!" her voice was shocked, and xiamar's lips parted in a wide smile, shaking her head and letting the water drops fly as she laughed in surprise. the day that meo left- the day that jareth had given her a concussion- meo had been the one to help her first. meo had been there despite the fact that mars was well aware meo harbored nothing but ill feelings for her. but in the storm, mars cared not whether meo hated her, but rather was simply glad to see her well and alive; not exactly well, but alive surely. jareth would be so glad to hear. "meo! it's been forever!" she slipped her arms around meo's waist in a quick hug, squeezing her tightly before letting go. "come on! come to the warehouse! it's fucking madness out here- we can talk inside!" she took meo's hand, tugging on it gently, her dark eyes bright and grateful. jareth would be so happy that mars found meo.

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She looked at Mars and hugged her tight. Happy to see her. Happy she remembered who she was. That was a good thing. Meo barely remembered who she was. Man did she look different. She parted her lips but couldn't think of what to say. Its.. well its nice to see you.. How have you been?? She ignored the topic of Jareth.. She didn't wanna cry anymore today.. It had been a rough day.. and she didn’t need any more stress Benny was bad enough.

Meo smiled and went to reply about the warehouse but a cell phone ring sounded. Baby I'll show you broken dreams, I'll show you all my schemes, let.. It trailed as she answered. She turned away an held up a finger kindly..

Ya.....What?... I'm fine.. Stop.. Dude, calm down I'm fine.. No I’m not outside.... Yes i know I haven’t seen you.... I dunno... I am with a friend... no its not him.... I’m by the warehouses... I dunoo.. hold on.. She turned to mars and smirked. She had definitely changed. This girl didn't even look like Meo anymore.. Her eyes were different. and she was dressed up like.. well like a whore. Which she currently was and everyone at the house had called her so i guess she had finally listened to them. Hey, my roommate worried and wants to make sure I'm ok?? Would it be okay if he came.. it'll take him thirty mins to get here so ya..

[bete]

since the return from her stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like june,

it was strange how different meo looked; she had lost that... meo style, that obvious shine, and most of all, that confidence that put a swagger in her step and a certain tint to her smiles. and as mars watched her speak, she noticed that although she sounded happy, she sounded different. sound like... and then she knew- it was drugs. mars almost said something, almost let her rose lips part right there in the rain and ask the question that was already so obvious. but mars herself had changed; she was better now, wasn't as bad as before. she could look up at the sky and not have too many hallucinations of angels coming down to save her. instead of an army of angels, it was only about fifty or so- for a girl that was submerged in drugs, who had meth, crack, and heroin for blood, she was beginning to shape up. but she didn't get to answer meo's question- a finger was held up, telling her to hold on, and a shivering mars nodded silently, wiping her face again only to have the rain soak it.

while meo spoke mars let her eyes run over the girl's frame, noting the outfit change. meo had always been confident about her body, but this style was different form the old meo. this was a whore's getup, and although meo looked ravishing- as she tended to do- mars couldn't help but wonder just how bad things were for meo. considering the way she looked; must be hell. "of course it's fine! are we going to wait here though?" mars shivered again, the effect adding to the hesitant tone of voice. as much as she would like to wait for meo's friend, she didn't want to stay out here in the rain. there were far warmer places they could be.

[Harlequime]

Fuck it

Meo shook her head to Mars about staying out here. You crazy girl. It looks like your dying form this weather. Nah will go back.. She put the phone back up to her ear and muttered a light word. before finally talking. Babe... Hey.. Calm down ok. I'm safe.. Jesus your like my mother.. oh calm down... Do you even wanna know what’s up or are you just gonna bitch?.... I'm at the warehouses, I'm gonna see some old friend.. You gonna come??... its around six why?..... Oh yah.. I forgot.. ok... see you in a few hours then... Bye... Love you to..

Shove it

She smiled at Mars. Glancing at the girl. She really did look as if she was freezing. Meo sighed and put an arm over her shoulder. So we off to see the wizard or what?? My friend has stuff to do but can be here around eight if i don't head out by then. so I’m basically your and..... his.. for a few. She still couldn’t. speak his name it hurt way to much. She felt the old scars ripping again.

Damn it

She turned swiftly and started walking towards the Warehouse. A smirk, purely a drug smirk, upon her face. She really wasn’t all that happy. She had to see him again.. What if he still hated her.. She definitely couldn’t take that. Good thing she had enough to OD if it went bad. [b]Coming??[/i]

You broke it

[bete]

tell me, did you sail across the sun? did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded, and that heaven is overrated?

she laughed at meo's comment, shaking her head as meo turned away and talked on the phone again. mars could wait. she was good at that. she began to hum to herself, perking up as meo hung up the phone. she gave her a wide smile, and she leaned into meo as the woman put an arm around her shoulders. they'd never been friends, but now... now things were different, weren't they? as far as mars could tell, meo didn't exactly hate her anymore. "yaaaay!" she slipped her arm around meo's waist, squeezing her and giggling at the fact that meo was going to be able to stay for a while. "when we get home you can have some of jareth's bomb ass hot chocolate, and guess what?" mars didn't really give meo any sort of time to guess, "jareth built a fireplace in the living room! a fireplace with brick and stone and gas power and everything! it's fucking amazing!" she looked at meo, her teeth so white and her expression so damn lovely when happy. still that same over the top mars, but god, you got to love her for that.

and then meo was turning away and walking towards the warehouse, and quite easily mars kept up, her heeled boots hitting the wooden docks with a musical sort of intent. she was practically skipping, her ponytail swinging behind her and she danced alongside, doing a pirouette and jump as she saw the warehouse in site. she gave a shout of joy and suddenly she was running through the rain and towards the warehouse opening the door ( one of those heavy, metal, air trapping sort of door ) and holding it for meo to enter. "there is no place like home, no place like home!" mars shouted and clicked her heels for effect, laughing to herself and shutting the door behind meo when the woman entered. no doubt meo would be surprised by the furniture change. the place looked like a goddamn luxury suite what with all the new renovations. fancy furniture here, fancy art and decorations there; looks like jareth had been on a crime spree. and a damn good one at that. "like it? he did it all himself- took him a good month, but god, it's like a fucking resort in here now. the only thing he didn't change was your room, and raab's and izzy's room. he gave me a king sized bed and a vanity dresser though." she smiled with that kind of awed sort of way.

[Harlequime]

you changed me so much

Meo stared around the house. Nothing was the same. It was different.. So different.. Maybe he was to.. Maybe it would be ok. But those lingering feelings would never leave for her. No matter how hard she tried. No matter how many guys she fucked, how much she used, or drank, or ate.. Nothing. Not even Benny could change it. And he had managed to change everything else. That boy had really fucked her up.. But it wasn’t his fault He had her consent the whole way. The drugs were her idea. Everything had been. Even the corner stuff had been. So she shouldn’t be shocked by this change it was to be expected. Look at her.

i still linger for that old touch

its beautiful. Damn.. what did he do this time.. rob a bank.. Meo smiled before leading mars to the fire. She looked blue.. Well not really but Meo wanted her to be warm. Whatever problem she had had before was long gone. Washed away quite easily, thanks to all the heroin. Man did she love it. At least she wasn’t as bad as Benny though. He practically walked around with an IV of it.

i miss you

So, how’s it been around here? Any new people?? Where’s Raab an Iz?? She had just noticed the emptiness. How this was a house. But barely seemed like a home anymore. She glance around a bit more and frowned. No sign. The place was clean. Where they gone? Did she do that… Fuck.. Everything was still fucked up because of her. She really was terrible..

one sucks compared to two

[bete]

tell me, did you fall for a shooting star- one without a permanent scar? and did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there?

"more than one." mars replied to meo's bank comment; whether mars was being serious or not was unclear, but the smile on her lips hinted that perhaps there was truth in that statement. she followed meo to the fire, and she sat on the couch, glad that it was already on. jareth must've turned it on; hell she could smell the smell of that delicious hot chocolate wafting from the kitchen. she rubbed her arms, looking at meo as she asked her questions. "just me and jareth now. raab and izzy, well, they went their own ways. just could hang around after you left- especially since jareth went real psycho for a while afterwords. but i stayed," she smiled, looking at the fire as she rubbed her arms, "and within a month jareth was back to normal, if not a whole better. but he hasn't invited anyone new over since then..." there was the sound of a door opening, and then jareth's voice calling out in that delightfully low, sultry tone of his, "mars?" mars brightened up, calling out, "yeah, it's me. where's my hot chocolate?" she teased, and there was the sound of a warm laugh and another door opening. but of course, he was still silent, his footsteps soft and near undetectable. soon jareth was stepping out of the renovated kitchen and into the living room, not exactly dressed for company. he had on black loose pajama bottoms that hung on his hips, revealing that perfect v-shape that led to a place most men and women begged to see. the bottoms were too big, and way too long, but he managed to walk just as gracefully without tripping over the bottoms. he was shirtless, revealing a smooth, perfectly toned pale chest, save for one new addition to it: there was a scar running across his chest over his heart, and it looked nasty and jagged, as though the cut had been extremely painful.

his hair hung wet and his chest gleamed with moisture, fresh from a shower. his eyes caught on meo, and for a moment they lingered, as if he might have recognized her, before moving on xiamar. he leaned over the couch, placing the hot chocolate with whip cream on top into her hands carefully, so that not a single drop would spill over the edge. mars leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, and she then nodded her head towards meo, "jareth, we have company." he turned to meo, running a hand through his hair, his dark eyes narrowed in that familiar fashion- he still had those eye problems, so his eyes were usually narrowed. just when it seemed he wasn't quite registering who this guest was, his pale rose lips parted and he spoke, "meloni garves." he said it slowly, as though tasting the name on his tongue. "what brings you here?" still the same old jareth, polite. and yet something was different in those dark eyes and taut frame; just like there was something undeniably different with mars.

nothing was the same.

[Harlequime]

you tore apart my heart

Meo looked around. Smirking at Mars comment. The high still lingering. Still burning. Coming in with a even fiercer vengeance. And man was it good. She let her eyes wonder around the house. Gaze at the new.. and the old. And what little she could recognize. And listening to Mars. So they were gone.. And Jareth… He had been upset.. That surprised her. Why would he be upset? Why would he care??

now I will tear apart your life

Then his voice came. SO sweet. SO soft. So… his. She sighed. Her eyes going down as she felt tears wanting to spread. How could this wall she had built, the one to block everything about him, come down just at the sound of his voice? She felt his touch, ghost like in her mind. And remembered everything in and instant. Including how quiet it was so it didn’t surprise her at all when he came into the room. However, his gaze did. Did he really not recognize her? She wasn’t that different was she?? Maybe she was. She thought, looked at herself. And then remembered her eyes. Of course she was different. She had lost it.. Lost her.. She had been told never to change from how she had always been and now she had. She was nothing compared to the real Meo. Nothing compared to the girl who loved, the girl who only smoked weed and drank. Nothing compared to the girl that should be here now.

did you really expect me to come back with love?

Her eyes went up. Seeing the scar. Ignoring it. Seeing the V-line. Ignoring it to. Seeing his chest. Oh how she had missed that. And then finally they got to where they wanted to be. His eyes. But they weren’t his eyes. No, they were someone else’s. They weren’t his. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t him at all. She frowned lightly and then let her eyes drop. Hearing his voice again she gazed up into those eyes. what do you mean what brings me here? Mars obviously, she was practically skipping when she saw me.

did you expect my heart to really love again?

Everything really was different. And it honestly sucked…

it can’t love no more

Meo felt herself lost yet again. She thought she was over this, over him.. But she wasn’t. everything had changed but how she felt. And she didn’t no how much more she could take before she had to hit again. And she would prefer that Jareth didn’t know about that. She didn’t want him upset with her. Hell, she didn’t even know if he had forgiven her yet. And she sure as hell couldn’t take him being mad. She really would die this time. The last time was hard enough. Honestly she was so fucked up most of the time that she didn’t remember most of the first year. She just remembered one thing and that was never to be said. Though it was one of the reasons why she had been so kind to Mars. Its helped her understand a lot. It opened her eyes up really wide. But it ripped her heart out to. Though after Jareth, she didn’t have much of one anymore..

you broke it to much

[bete]

now that shes back from that soul vacation, tracing her way through the constellation,

he caught that frown just like he caught the way her eyes kept dropping as if she didn't want to look at him. that's how much she hates you jareth, can't even look you in the eye. his arms crossed over his chest, over that pale scar, and he stood on one leg so the other could move and his foot could scratch his leg before returning to the ground. when she spoke, nothing really changed on his expression, and for a moment it was just silence. his dark eyes didn't take themselves from meo's frame, searching her, running rather obviously up and down her body and then resting rather strangely on her face. as though he were seeing ghosts. no, jareth, you are the ghost. and then mars reached up and smacked jareth's hip and the tall man blinked slowly, as if coming out of a dream. he cleared his throat, his arms uncrossing as he spoke, "i'll get you some hot chocolate, meo." he turned away if only to grab a blanket from the nearby hall closet and move towards meo. he hesitated- he wanted to wrap it around her shoulders because she was wet, and maybe she was cold, but instead he put in on the couch by her. he glanced at xiamar before turning away and gliding back into the kitchen.

as soon as he was out of sight and probably too conflicted to even begin to listen in on their conversation, mars sighed and she spoke softly- as though she knew what was going on. because she did. she had spent enough nights listening to jareth's rants, his nightmares, his fears, his worries, and holding him in bed while he feverishly told her that he thought he saw meo again. jareth didn't do drugs like mars did, but after everyone left, mars had realized that there was something jareth was addicted to: it was the bold society. it was their gang he was addicted to, and now that it was gone, something had changed in jareth. "meo, that blanket is for you- he was probably going to put it around your shoulders, but you know jareth..." she trailed off, realizing that meo didn't quite know jareth anymore. at least, not this jareth. "he's real happy to see you back. i am too. do you think you could stay tonight, maybe? your friend would be more than welcome to stay too!" mars smiled up at meo, her shivers gone and her body looking a lot drier.

[Harlequime]

broken.. broken broken broken broken broken. Break me a bit more baby cant hurt to bad. I’ve been through worse

damn it.. She muttered, kind of faded into her own world a bit. But in enough to her Mars. To see him leave. To feel her heart break. Again and again and again. Man she didn’t know it had this much left to break. baby, I love you.. I love you.. I love you.. was all her mind could think. She was coherent enough to think anything else. All she could see was his old eyes. And she felt tears wanting to come. But she wouldn’t let them. NO. she wasn’t a baby anymore. She wasn’t that girl. She was different. Better. Changed. Broken…. so he still makes the chocolate?? that was the only thing she could honestly say. Wow she was lost in her head. She felt like her high had reversed and became the lowest of all the lows in the whole fucked up world. Meo finally looked up. She looked after him. Where eh went and shook her head. Mars, does he still hate me.. should… should I go.. I don’t wanna cause anymore stuff… I can’t deal with anything else being my fault. her eyes locked onto the Latinas, watery, hurt, revealing everything.. everything that had been locked so deep in her Benny didn’t even know about.
Alone… lonely lonely lonely lonely. Leave me again.. You’ve done it before..

Meo grabbed the blanket and tossed it to mars. Smiling lightly. I don’t need this. I’m used to cold. It doesn’t bother me anymore. She gazed back into the fire. Watching as flames danced around. Picturing all the things they could be. Dancers, butterflies, Lions. Jareth, Her.. Love. Hearts. She was definitely out of it right now. But that’s what she did. She got upset,a dn got quiet. Locked it away to let out when she hit. Let everything bad out, take in the fake happiness, get your crutches back. There is no way she could walk on her own feet. Fuck, heroin wasn’t just her crutches it was her fucking wheel chair.