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[daemon]

hey, is that your lady?
SHE GAVE IT WILLINGLY

WITH HIS HANDS JAMMED IN HIS POCKETS, he scowled over the photograph of his parents. In the glass he could see his vague reflection, the messy hair, the deathly stare, the gauged ears and tattoos, eyeliner still smudged under his eyes from the night before. He was everything that they had feared. They had practically paid him to get out of their lives. Daemon felt the seething anger welling up in his chest, and his lips contorted into a grimace of pure disgust. Truth be told, he really didn’t know if it was his parents that disgusted him for not accepting him, or if it was himself who he was disgusted by. With a fast swipe he knocked the photograph off of the bookcase with the back of his hand. It flew across the room; smashing into the wall, shattering, and landing face down. A grim smile spread across his face, “Fuck you.” the words came out as a snarl as he snatched his car keys and headed out; slamming the door behind him.

THE SLICK BMW WAS READY AND WAITING. He slid in easily, jamming his iPod into the docket and hitting play. The sound of Dance Gavin Dance roared with the engine as he pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street. The harder he pushed down on the accelerator, the faster his worries left him. Soon the car was squealing around each bend and attracting a few astonished glances. Daemon’s cold eyes were set on the road ahead of him, the rather desolate one that led out of Milwaukee. He was slightly aware of the flashing red sign in front of him that indicated his lack of petrol, but he, like the careless person he was, flat out ignored it. He raced on for about twenty more minutes, until his anger finally fizzled out, and left him a few miles away from home. He slowed, letting out a shaky sigh and running his fingers through his dark hair. Time to head back… The boy pursed his lips and made a sharp U-turn. The trip back took a little longer, and he opened the window up and let the wind flow through his hair, his elbow resting on the frame. It was about nine fifteen in the morning. On a usual day Daemon would probably still be sleeping, but thanks to the fact that he’d done fuck all last night, he’d woken up early for once in his life. Judging by the way things were going he sure as hell wasn’t going to do it again any time soon. That was for sure.

MILWAUKEE'S BUILDINGS WERE ONCE AGAIN in sight, he closed the window half way and lit himself a cigarette as he entered town, throwing the empty box out onto the street. Traffic was dying down, since everyone was probably at work or school already, that was a good thing, since Daemon was pretty prone to road rage and he was already in a semi-shitty mood. So anyone who pissed him off now was going to regret it dearly. Making a spur of the moment decision, he pulled into the parking lot of the 5O'Clock club, got out of the car and, once again, slammed the door shut. He trudged inside and towards the first person he saw and yanked out his wallet. “Do you have cigarettes?” The man at the table looked shocked. “Um, well no –” Daemon cut him off. “Do you smoke?” The man simply nodded, not willing to speak again. “I’ll buy your cig’s then.” He pushed a few bills towards the guy, way more than anyone would ever pay for cigarettes. The man gave the money one look and handed Daemon his fags, smiling and beginning to count the money as Demon walked away.

ALMOST IMMEDIATELY HE HAD A CIGARETTE BETWEEN his lips, he raised his lighter to ignite it and took a deep breath in, letting his eyes shut with pleasure for a few brief seconds as the smoke filled his lungs. He recalled the first time he’d felt that burning sensation. Looking back it was rather funny, remembering all the coughing and spluttering and what not. Now he was addicted to the shit. And there was pretty much nothing he wanted to do about it. It wasn’t like he was worried about dying or whatever. Sure, it would suck if he got cancer, but he’d get over it, though sometimes he questioned that, seeing as he couldn’t even go five hours without lighting one up. Speaking about addictions, he hadn’t had a good strong drink in like two days, and that was seriously bumming him out. Demon was the kind of guy who would drink twenty four seven if he had the company. But as it turns out, he was pretty much the only person who would do so… Always first in the bar and always the last one out too.

HE SAT DOWN ON ONE OF THE barstools at the bar. A little kid was sitting there too, and the moment he sat down the kid looked up, then pulled a disgusted face as he noticed the cigarette. “My mommy says smoking is digusting.” Demon laughed, more of a irritated scoff though. “Disgusting? You should see what me and your mommy gets up to when your daddy isn’t around. You have no clue what disgusting is, kid.” Taken aback, the boy got up and bolted straight back to wherever the hell he had come from. Daemon smirked to himself as he took the last drag of his cigarette and squashed the butt into an ashtray. Looking around, he sighed. There was hardly anyone here, save for the kid he’d just scared away who was yanking on his mothers dress and pointing wildly in his direction. Demon took one look at the woman and turned around, not bothered and uninterested in what her reaction was going to be. He looked over to the bartender. “Gimme a beer please… I might as well enjoy this.”

WORDS. 1 005
TAG. no one... yet
MOOD. irritable
LISTENING TO. Dance Gavin Dance
STATUS. Open to anyone

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[zippy]

just talk yourself up

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How could she not feel stupid, sitting alone in a hotel room? Coming to Milwaukee to gain a relationship with her sister and getting completely rejected? Yeah, it was safe to say that Rachael Livingston felt stupid. The hotel bed sunk in under her as she sat up. Already fully dressed and made up, she just didn't feel like going out. She felt like curling up and staying inside all day. But she knew she didn't want to be stuck in the hotel room all day. Sure, it was nice enough. Paid for by the credit card her parents had given her when she told them she was leaving. Amazing how you could practically run away from home and receive cash for it. They didn't even question it. By now they knew Rachael's wild ways, yet they still gave her a stack of cash (well, credit card) to do with as she pleased. Whatever, she wasn't complaining. But the only reason she was staying in this dumb hotel was because of Charlotte's rejection. Now she was looking for a place of her own. Rachael wasn't ready to leave Milwaukee just yet.

Finally mustering up her energy, Rach stood from the bed and looked in the mirror that was across from it. She ran her forefingers under her eyes to fix the makeup that had smudged and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. It was just after nine am, which still shocked the brunette. Usually she wouldn't be up for another hour or so, but here she was, awake and dressed. Rather then waste the time spent on looking good, she decided she'd go out for something to eat. The hotel dinning room just wasn't going to cut it today. Three days here and she was already sick of the food they served. Every morning the same. The choices were somewhat limited, all things Rachael wasn't interested in eating. Breakfast food didn't sit well in her stomach, which lead to her picking more unsual breakfast dishes. Things that most would eat for dinner. Grabbing her keys to her car, she left the room and took the elevator down. The lobby was busy, most people trying to check out before their deadline. Children chased each other around, almost knocking into the petite girl and she couldn't help but scoff. She wasn't really a fan of kids. Pushing past the people in her way, she stomped outside and to the parking lot, where her Mercedes S55 AMG sat in it's space.

Hoping in, she started it up and spun out of the space, onto the road in front of the hotel. In all honesty, the girl had no idea where she was headed. Three days here and she was still getting the hang of it. The building all zoomed by as she accelerated her car upon hearing her stomach rumble. One particular spot caugh her eye and with a quick glance she noticed one free space in the lot. Slowing down, the car turned as she steered the wheel left. The spot was hers. With her wallet in hand she walked into the place, which outside noted it was known for it's steaks. Not big on steaks, Rachael sat down at the bar and begun to read the menu that was written on the boards. The guy two seats over spoke to the bartender, “Gimme a beer please… I might as well enjoy this.” From a quick side glance of her blue-green eyes, she took note of the guy beside her. The first thing that came to mind was who drank that early in the morning? Well, she had before. But not beer. Other thoughts followed, like how he looked familiar in some way and how hot the guy was. He did seem to happy either. Rach glanced away before he could catch her eye, and looked back to the menu as she leaned against the bar. It would probably be easier to ask for a menu, but she prefered to sit here then at a table alone.

Another sideways glance got thoughts flowing again. Had she seen this guy before? Heard a description of him maybe? Something about his appearance rang a bell. Not someone from home, but perhaps one of Charlotte's friends? Frowning, she looked back to the menu. "Coke and rum please," she shrugged with a charming smile to the bartender. Why not go for something good? Was she old enough to quench her drink with the beverage in question? No, but that had never stopped the girl before. The bartender smiled and nodded, without even asking for an i.d, which of course, Rachael did have. Though she rarely got questioned about it anyways.

NOTES: hope you don't mind? WORDS: 790.
OUTFIT: click
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[daemon]

hey, is that your lady?
SHE GAVE IT WILLINGLY

The moment he was handed the object of his desire from the shocked looking bartender, he raised the rim to his lips and drank deeply, almost draining the whole glass in one go. He felt like shit. In fact, he always felt like shit nowadays. But what else would you expect from someone who would simple sell their brothers life away like he had done. Well... Not really that exactly, but he'd been paid off like a cheap witness. A chill ran up his spine as he recalled the face of his father. Nobody would expect that man of doing anything wrong, let alone murdering his own son. A cracking noise brought him back to reality, and he looked down at his hand and the glass he'd been squeezing a little to hard. There was a hairline crack in the thick glass, hopefully the waiter wouldn't notice it and make him pay for it... Not that he'd have a problem in that department.

The guilt was something he'd had to learn to live with, and it was no easy task mind you. No sibling would have to watch their other kindred die in front of them and then have to lie about it. It was wrong in so so so many ways. But here he was, a few years down the line, and a few years into hell and turmoil. His mind wanted to tear him up bit by bit, to punish him for what he was doing, but he had slowly learned to quash that part of his mind away, and to try and accept the fact that even if he did speak against daddy dearest, that nobody would believe him and he'd end up getting the blame instead. It was hard, but Demon was stronger than most people. Or perhaps he just didn't care as much. And could he help it if the past few years had bred him to become a heartless person? Well, no. If it helped him continue his lie of a life, then it was necessary. Take it or leave it. It wasn’t like Demon repelled people, because come to think of it, he had a few good friends, he had Charlotte, and he was stinking rich. If you looked at his life from a strangers point of view it was almost perfect…

Demon sighed, downed the rest of his beer and asked for another. Yes - it was insanity to drink at this hour and he knew it, but he didn't care, after all, he was basically the only person in here anyway. Rolling his head from side to side, he relieved the tension in his neck and caught sight of someone sitting a mere two seats away from him. He hadn't even seen her come in, or heard her order the drink that sat before her. He smiled, a crooked one, but a smile none the less. She was hot, though something about her seemed so goddam familiar. He took his beer from the bartenders outstretched hand, set it down, and turned to face the girl in purple. Slowly he observed her from head to toe, nodding slightly as if he were inspecting a car instead of a woman. Finally the relation clicked into place and he grinned. Charlotte. She looked a bit like Charlotte. Hadn't she said she'd had a younger sister once before? He thought he'd take a chance.

"Dr Livingston, I presume?" He joked, grinning at her like a bobcat, his vampire-like incisors bared. He doubted that he was wrong about her being Charlotte's sister, because he was a damn observant person, and he'd definitely pick something like that up. But if he was wrong, then too bad. He'd just called her Dr Livingston for no apparent reason and he was okay with it. Nearly everyone that saw him thought he was a freak, what hurt would one more to that number do?

WORDS. 652 x] bleh
TAG. rachael
MOOD. curious
STATUS. Closed

[zippy]

just talk yourself up

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The drink was set before her, the liquid slopping around in the glass. With one smooth hand she picked it up and held it just before her lips. Licking the dryness off her smile, she brought the glass to her lips and drank. A drink that never failed her, she of course enjoyed the taste. It was unusual to have so early, because she didn't normally drink anything with pop in it first thing in the morning. It was enjoyable, none the less. Setting it down, she leaned both elbows onto the bartop, staring at the menu with green eyes. What to have, what to have. Steak was not an option for her this early or ever. Simply because Rachael wasn't a fan. The menu dragged on with numerous items, some with a commented beside them, some without. Greek pasta salad. Hmm. Tilting her head slightly one way, her hair cascaded over her shoulder as she debated the choice. Finally, the order was placed to the bartender, who delivered it off to the kitchen.

Resting her head on her hand, she took another gulp of her drink then set it back down. The atmosphere of the place reminded her of a bar back home in New York where her and some friends used to go. Of course, it wasn't as much of a restaraunt back home, but it still gave a bit of the same feel. Sitting up again, she pulled her hair over her shoulder onto her back once more and rubbed the back of her sore neck. Even though she missed NY, staying here was her plan for now. There was a lot of fun to be had and maybe Charlotte would come around eventually. The only time the two had been really close was when they were younger. Only two years apart, it was easy to share friends and get along. Then when Charlotte hit high school, everything changed that first year. It hadn't bothered Rachael, because she figured you couldn't prevent it. It was going to happen. It also gave her freedom to do what she wanted, not what her sister wanted. Since then their relationship had just be growing farther and farther apart. Then when Char moved here, it took a physical strech on their bond.

Shaking her head, she finished the rest of her drink and placed the glass back on the counter. "Dr Livingston, I presume?" A crease forming in her forehead, Rachael turned to the side to the guy she had been curious about before. One eyebrow raised about her sparkling green eyes as she looked at him. "Um -" she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. So this guy must have some relationship wtih Charlotte she decided upon in her mind. How else would he know her name? Last name. "Rachael, actually," she said with a bit of a grin. "You are?"

Eyes scanned him over briefly, mind rapidly trying to put pieces together. Yes, something was familiar about this guy indeed. The wheels turned widly in her head. Charlotte must have described him to her at some point, because words rung in her head. Black hair messy hair, dark eyes, gauged ears and tattoos. Yes, she was sure Charlotte described him to her before. Just another one of her fucking buddies? Most likely. Rachael crossed one leg over the other and looked towards the guy once more. The next thing she tried to figure out was if Charlotte had mentioned a name. Though it didn't matter, because if her cooperated, he would tell her that next.

NOTES: blek, so bad. better next time :S WORDS: 597.
OUTFIT: click
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[daemon]

hey, is that your lady?
SHE GAVE IT WILLINGLY

The little lady sure as hell did look pretty confused as she turned to look at him and reply with a simple um. After that she folded her arms and he raised an eyebrow at the movement, because usually that only meant a bad thing. Rachael actually. He let out a small chuckle at her words, relieved as she gave a small smile. You are? Demon cleared his throat. "My apologies, I won't make that mistake again. I'm Demon. Nice to meet you, Rachael." He exaggerated her name on purpose, winking at her as he did so, just having some fun. She was a good looking woman, a lot like her sister. But one had to admit - Charlotte could pass off as an international lingerie model. This one was more down to earth. He liked that about her. She probably slept with a hell of a lot less guys that Char did. He almost laughed at the thought that Charlotte was probably cheating on him right now as they spoke. He knew very well that she was in love with someone else, but frankly, he didn't give a shit. Sure - he liked to sleep with Charlotte and that wouldn't change. But he didn't want a long term sloppy relationship like she probably did.

The way that this Rachael was looking at him showed clear confusion. She was probably trying to figure out who the fuck he was, and why the fuck he knew her last name. As she crossed one leg over the other and turned herself more to his way, he decided that she'd probably finished doing the maths in her head and had come to a conclusion. But was it the right one? "I'm Charlotte's boyfriend." He smirked, why not help her out a bit? It was a nice thing to do was it not? Strange though, because Demon was not a nice person. He took a sip of his beer and pulled out another cigarette. He stuck it between his lips, retrieved his lighter from his pocket and lit the thing. Taking a deep drag he set his lighter down on the bar and looked back to Rachael. "So what brings you to these parts?" The smoke leaked out of his mouth as he spoke, and eventually filtered out of his nose as he exhaled. He tried to think back on then time when Char had mentioned her sister, but it was a pretty blurry memory. They were probably both drunk out of their minds, as usual. He could recall a slight edge of anger when she spoke about this sibling of hers, but for the life of him he couldn't remember why. Perhaps they had a fall out when they were really young or whatever. But then what the heck was Rachael doing here? Searching for redemption? He took another drag of his cigarette as he thought about the possibilities.

Finally boring himself with getting lost in his own mind, he returned to indulging himself in the view before him. It would be a delicious thing to imagine her naked, but he decided that he'd do that later. There was no need right now. His still had a lot of alcohol to go. Think about alcohol - he picked his beer up, took a hearty few glugs, and before he knew it - it was finished. Again. He signaled to the bartender for another. At this rate the bartender probably thought that Demon was a manic depressive to be drinking so much so early. He just shot him a sarcastic smile that also served as a pretty obvious warning. Demon may have been conversing with a pretty lady, but that didn't change the fact that he was in a shit mood, and that he'd probably lose it if anyone tried to fuck with him.

WORDS. 640 x] bleh
TAG. rachael
MOOD. curious
STATUS. Closed

[zippy]

just talk yourself up

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The young brunette watched him raise an eyebrow, then watched has his head tilted slightly, a chuckle escaping his lips. "My apologies, I won't make that mistake again. I'm Demon. Nice to meet you, Rachael." Practically ignoring everything else, including the wink, she zoned in on his name. Demon. Yes, this was in fact someone Charlotte had told her about. To be a bit more specific, she was quite sure this was Charlotte's recent squeeze, probably among many. Rewinding, she noticed his casual, yet somewhat flirty tone and wink. He was just like Charlotte. At first she would've wondered why they were together, but if he was this way with other women, she figured he'd be fine with being one of Charlotte's guys. Rachael had already guessed that if they did have a relationship, it wasn't a real one. Probably an open kind of relationship, though she didn't know for sure. It was just her guess, knowing her sister. Though Rach was hardly aware of how Charlotte had changed, but would find out soon enough from her sister herself.

"I'm Charlotte's boyfriend." By now she already knew as much, so she simply said, "I know." A small grin streched on her shiny glossed lips as she turned to pick up her drink once more. The look in her eyes yelled trouble, though she didn't intend for it to be that way. Rach had always been more mischevious then her older sister, it always just kind of happened. Though she did often plan to create drama, sometimes drama just followed her. Carefully watching the somewhat strange, her eyes darted about as he pulled out a cig. The smoke practicaly engulfed him as he exhaled and she didn't flinch. Though Rach didn't smoke, she had lit up back in high school once in awhile. "So what brings you to these parts?" Sparkling green eyes darted back to meet his. "Breakfast," she smirked, motioning to her salad as it was set in front of her. She took the fork and stabbed a piece of macaroni viciously. Of course, she knew he must mean to Milwaukee, but she clearly wasn't about to talk to him about it. After one bite of the dish, she didn't really feel like having any anymore. Rachael constantly had mood swings and changes of heart. It was no different when it came to her taste buds. Sighing, set the fork down beside the bowl.

The bartender came over and she charmed her way into another drink easily. He hadn't asked for her I.D yet, and probably wouldn't at all during her little 'visit'. He set another full glass in front of her which she quickly took a gulp from. She didn't want to think about Charlotte now, but with her little boyfriend sitting beside her, it was hard not too. Sure it was early, but what the hell. Rejection was one thing that Ray hated and it was the one thing she got from her older sister. The one who was supposed to be there for her. As of that moment, Charlotte hadn't been, and Rach resented her for that. Though again, she had no idea within a few short days Charlotte would turn around and reach out to her.

After a moment, she set the drink down again and looked back to Demon through thick black eyelashes, a bored expression on her face. Her hand rested on her neck while her other kept a grip on the glass, for quick access. As she looked over, he was already looking at her. Twisting back around to face him, she looked at him expectantly. What she expected, even she had no idea. Maybe she should just leave. Hopefully he wouldn't start chatting her up about Charlotte.

NOTES: yuck. i suck. WORDS: 645.
OUTFIT: click
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[daemon]

hey, is that your lady?
SHE GAVE IT WILLINGLY

Deamon was slowly getting the idea that she didn't want to be here, and that she sure as hell didn't want to talk to him. He was no idiot. He rolled his eyes as he finished off the last possible drops of his beer. Charlotte? Charlotte was okay, but this sister of hers was boring. No wonder Char had spoken of her with spite - he wouldn't like to have her as a sibling either. He'd go out of head crazy. Demon was at least trying to start a conversation here. He was like that, a generally talkative person. This girl, on the other hand, was just giving him one to two worded answers. It was almost as if she thought she was honoring him by talking to him at all. He pulled up his lip in a snarl like grimace as he thought about how some people could be so cocky. He pulled out his wallet, looked to the waiter and asked him how much he owed him. After the guy shot him a quickly calculated answer he counted out the amount, and pushed it towards him over the counter.

Standing and jamming his wallet and cigarettes into his pockets, he looked at Rachael briefly, tapped her under her chin with his finger almost like he'd do to a dog. "No wonder your sister doesn't like you." With that said he turned and left. That had been one of the most pointless outings in his life. He had gone through like three beers over a very short period of time. At least he could tell Char he'd met her sister. Thinking about it as he got into his car made him throw his head back and laugh. How ironic! Charlotte was a whore, and her sister was a bore. Either way - he was glad that was over.

WORDS. 310 I TOTALLY SUCK AT CLOSING OFF POSTS! And I have the ultimate writers block so x]
TAG. rachael
MOOD. Grumpy
STATUS. Closed && FINISHED.