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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jun 30, 2010 8:20:53 GMT -5
*(( Chelsea LIKES this.))
Oh fuck. As if Creepy McPsycho stalker wasn't enough, here comes Heartbreak Harlot and her band of merry shoes.
Kay lifted her arm automatically to defend herself as if some lion were about to leap on her rather than a crazed, delirious snob with a toothpick frame.
Most people would have taken the defensive posture as some kind of insult or signal, but obviously REL Lynn Wigglesworth was in some kind of dream land and still threw her arms around Kay's torso. It was like a spider monkey had mistaken her for it's mother.
"Uh..." Kay gulped. This couldn't end well.
Will looked equally as confused for about a fraction of a second. Kay noted that he looked much more tired and ill than usual. His emotions seemed not to be as watertight as recent years.
But who fucking cares?
Wasn't REL all up in cahoots with that crazy murderer?
Kay's mind flashed tenderly to Lane. She'd have to get back to her... but without letting on where she was.
"REL, let me go. Go find your lackeys." Kay said firmly.
I'm not falling for your shit again, girl.
((Short but lots of chewy bits.))
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 30, 2010 10:17:35 GMT -5
((I forgot to express how ridiculously REL is dressed today. She looks like something off of a runway--the WEIRD ones.))
The thumbelina in her ocean of ridiculous fabric took a step back, puzzled and hurt expression on her face.
"Lackeys? My agent is in Tokyo and I don't do another show until October..." She acted like she didn't know what Kay was talking about, because she was avoiding the idea that nobody ever liked her, which was always a thought she took in preemptively before ruining someone's life. "What's wrong with you, darling, we haven't seen each other in like... 5 years!" Still refusing to accept that people probably strove to forget her... And maybe a bit too overdramatic.
REL frowned. She couldn't run off to Will and throw her arms around -his- neck... He was a vegetable with self issues. The reunion would be anticlimactic and empty. But spiraling off of that thought, there was probably no single person who would flap their hands and squeal, jumping up and down in girlish excitement at the idea of REL Wigglesworth's arrival.
Kay kept walking, and REL sighed, crossing her arms. She sighted Bucky in Kay's shadows, probably wary of her presence. "Oh, hello," she said, boredly, but not quite viciously. It was -almost- warm, but left something to be desired in comparison to Kay's running joy-embrace. A moment or two passed. Just a moment, and the heiress sighed again, not looking over her shoulder at all.
"Hello, Will. You look like shit."
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Post by DJKID on Jun 30, 2010 10:34:30 GMT -5
Will frowned at the comment. He knew it was obvious, but when REL voiced it out loud it made everything seem a bit more real. For a moment.
"You are looking rather well, Ms Wiggelsworth."
He knew why. She knew why. REL smiled as Will stepped past her.
"Have any of you seen my sister?"
It was a long shot, by all means. Still, he had to ask. He just wanted to know if she was okay. If she was still around, Kay might have seen her. REL did a lot of traveling; she could've spotted the pale girl with dark hair.
Kay looked over her shoulder at the sickly fellow.
Shit, shit, shit, he really is still after her.
REL crossed her arms.
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 30, 2010 10:44:16 GMT -5
After he'd approached, REL had begun to see the fine details of his decay. From afar it was obvious to the world, but up close it was hideous. His dark circles were worse. He made no attempt to correct it. Tired eyes, still holding onto that same facial expression, but... That didn't seem right.
He smelled like cigarette smoke. Something had happened. Something juicy. REL's nosey-gossip meter went off all over the place... She also happened to notice Kay's slightest stumble at the sentence, with her walking continued as otherwise normal. REL could smell a scandal from a mile away, but she couldn't get her hands on this one.
"Your sister... Didn't she go missing forever ago?" She'd replied automatically, before she realized she was expected an answer of. Her thoughtless exchange drew her back to Earth, where her opinions returned to her. REL's face wrinkled. "You're -still- looking for her? Will, darling, after all this time and all that you've... well, 'been through,' the odds are she was dead in a ditch somewhere ages ago."
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Post by DJKID on Jun 30, 2010 10:52:11 GMT -5
There was a small twitch at the corners of his mouth. Although it was an obvious response, one of several he predicted, that didn't mean he wanted to hear it.
If she was dead... wouldn't there be a body somewhere? Why couldn't he find it? He had looked in so many shady places, some he was probably never going to speak about again, but he still had not one clue to go on.
How? This was Lane. She was a clever girl, but not this clever. Someone had to be helping her. Someone smart.
He glanced at Kay.
"Perhaps."
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 30, 2010 11:08:03 GMT -5
REL shook her head in disbelief. She knew that response, that one liner that equated to, 'REL, you are so dumb and below me. I know what I am doing, and I am executing myself in perfection without your nonsense.'
"WILL." She was adamant, loud, abrupt. She needed his undivided attention. He looked slowly over at her. It wasn't good enough. "Will, you listen to me." She grabbed his shoulders and jerked him round to face her, eye to eye. REL always was very grabby and bossy with Will, no matter how dangerous it would have been to anyone else. It gave her a false sense of strength in being dominant, and he allowed it to pacify her in past times.
Reasonably, at present date it was a bit irritating, how pushy the girl was. Her arrogance seemed so much more an obstacle now than it used to. An unsettling concept--there was really no reason her acts of fruitless defiance should deter him from any of his tasks, so the mild annoyance that surfaced had nothing to justify it.
"Will, your sister was a slender, well groomed, fragile young girl." She leaned forward, now inches from his face. "In. America." Leaned back again. "America, Will. Alone in America. The odds are, she was lifted, raped, beaten to death, and thrown off a bridge somewhere." With each action named, she stressed her voice in a staccato and leaned in again, jumping inch to inch. Her proximity was unnerving, slightly. At the end of the statement, REL stepped back, crossing her arms again. "There's a reason small children are locked inside in this wretched country."
She didn't so much speak from experience. She wasn't trying to be helpful. Only retaliating with a "I am always right" defense mechanism that she was born with.
Another thing Will was not looking to hear, but also Kay, who might have actually offered to hang out with REL if she'd successfully convinced Will to give it up... Until she started giving her the heebie jeebies about all the bad things that could have happened to Lane.
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Post by Memai on Jun 30, 2010 11:25:41 GMT -5
"YEAH!"
"WE'LL KILL THEM!"
Excited, adrenalin-pumped shouts filled the courts, echoes bouncing off the walls, some students who had stuck around to watch practice shouted along with the players, throwing their fists in the air along with the boys in hoodies and basketball shoes.
"Give them hell," a smile from the coach, a final blow of the whistle, "Rest up, I want you all to get yourselves straightened out, changed and back here ready to kick ass." It was a demand, "And Mano, if I catch you again..." A finger pointed at the Hawaiian, who was smiling all the while, despite the sweat dripping off his nose and heavy breaths.
"Don't worry, coach," Chaplin stood up a little straighter, looking around and walking along with the other players.
Things get better over time.
The players were faces familiar to Chaplin, some where transfers straight from Bullworth; like Bo Jackson and Jimmy Hopkins, some were his juniors, some where entirely new faces. It was these little moments before a big game that Chaplin loved the most; most Jocks were too illiterate to articulate it, but it was definitely a time for reflection.
Sure, it was just a game, it was really all for fun, but for the players, pride and friendships rest on these games. Not to sound like a Hallmark card, but it was true in more ways than one.
Or maybe things just became clearer to the boy whenever he stood in the showers.
"Chap?" It was Bo, the boy turned to look at his friend through wet eyes, "Me and the guys were thinking of heading on over to that coffee shop a little bit later. Wanna go?"
"Sure, brah. I uhh, just gotta get some stuff settled first, yeah?"
"Awesome, now pass me the damn soap."
x x x x x
"Sure you okay, Chap?" Bo was always the better friend.
"Nah brah, I'm good."
"'Right, I'll see you, okay?"
"Yeah, sure." The athlete felt refreshed, his now cool skin hitting the warm breeze, there was more life to his steps, more things to look forward to.
Maybe, maybe I needed you. So that I can just prove to myself that I really didn't need you. Ah, I'm not making any sense.
Will had arranged a meeting spot for them, and Chap was on his way, thoughts running even wilder with each step he took. There were things he wanted to tell, he thought he had the courage to let it come out, to let Will in on that pathetic year.
It was easier said than done.
"Will?"
It was barely audible, his body going entirely numb. Suddenly those thoughts trickled out of his mind, suddenly he found himself without the courage he had so carefully built up.
No one else can do this to me.
"H-Howzit?" He asked to Kay and REL; he remembered as Kay as something of a nut-job, always trying to play hero whenever the nerds had waged war against the jocks, always trying to stand up for her weak little friends. REL, now he remembered as a particularly thin girl who made some pretty bold advances on him.
It wasn't as if he didn't get used to girls always asking him out to this dance, to help 'babysit', to 'study' together. Sometimes, he took up on this offer.
REL scared him soulless, of course.
"Ariel, right?" He smiled, he was never sure on how to pronounce her name. "Long time no see."
(( pffft laaaaaame ))
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 30, 2010 12:32:38 GMT -5
"REL," she replied, matter-of-factly. "R. E. L. The letters." When she turned to face him, she was startled by his good looks. She knew him, but his name would elude her. "Bonjour," she purred, drifting gracefully in his direction. "I haven't seen you in a while," the snake helped herself to one of the Hawaiian's muscular arms, wrapping herself around it like a vine. "That was practice, right?" She could only assume he was a player. "When's your next game?" REL leaned in as close as possible, her 6 inch hoe heels being the only aid to the height difference, and tried to whisper in his ear, but hit more at an inches-away-from-his-mouth level, "I'd like to see you play." Will watched attentively.
Not that it upset him. This response was typical of REL. It was expected. Wigglesworth provided the same greeting, same tone of voice, and same posture at any male she fancied, and this was, not surprisingly, every male. She had not changed her demeanor or behavior at all since he'd last known her. Also not surprising.The next response would also be typical. Will played through the words that would come out of Chaplin's mouth next, without having to think on it.
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Post by Memai on Jun 30, 2010 12:37:13 GMT -5
"I...uhh--well, uhh..." He was used the attention, really. Sometimes he liked it, even. He wasn't however, used to such brash come-ons. Chaplin shot a look over to Will, he couldn't help but spite him this one time.
He doesn't care. Never did. He just liked the sex that came with it.
"I uhh... the game's tonight, actually," he smiled, "Coach likes to put us through a bit of last minute practice, he uhh, says it helps us 'get in the game'," he laughed nervously, surprised at how much attention REL was paying him, "I could get you a seat, if you'd like?"
A smile curled on REL's lips.
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 30, 2010 12:43:45 GMT -5
It went over REL's head. She didn't know she made the boy nervous--he was a jock. Stuttering and overuse of the sounds "uh, umm, errrr" were all very common. And if she remembered anything about Will, she didn't make this connection at all.
"Oooh, would yoou?" You could hear the seduction dripping from her lips and rolling on her tongue as she drew circles on Chaplin's chest with her index fingernail, having somehow managed to slither under that arm she was wrapped around. "I'd /love/ that..."
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Post by DJKID on Jun 30, 2010 12:54:00 GMT -5
Will had always been the jealous type. He had always told Chaplin to avoid certain individuals at Bullworth, even if their advances completely went over the Jocks head.
"Don't talk to that Gord kid."
"Why?"
"I don't like him."
"Did he do something?"
"..."
He wanted to shove REL away, wanted to yell at her that time changed things, and she needed to grow up. He wanted to share an awkward silence with Chaplin, because Will could always read the boy's silence. He wished Chaplin wasn't so selfish. So stupid. He wished the man would figure out that he wore his heart on his sleeve.
But Will didn't act on any of his impulses.
I didn't come back for this.
He did the same thing he'd always done, since the day he watched his mother gun down his father in cold blood.
He ran.
Will grabbed his pills from his pocket, rattling the bottle, and walked off in the opposite direction of the two.
He needed to hide.
RelaxRelaxRelaxRelaxRelaxRelax
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Post by Memai on Jun 30, 2010 13:00:32 GMT -5
I've done it this time.
Is that how you looked like? Is that how you ran away from me?
Please, no, come back. I'm sorry. Please. I don't know what to do. I'm lost. Please?
How can you do these things to me? I didn't do anything... I don't deserve this.
Please, I'll make it better, please. Just tell me, please.
I can't ever forgive you. You lead me to this. If I didn't meet you, none of this would happen.
I'll do anything, any sick, godless act for you to get back here. Please, I'm sorry...
Chaplin's mind broke, he wasn't sure if he should run after Will; tell him that maybe it's alright, that maybe things can go back to the way they were.
"Wi... Will?"
Why? Why can't you tell me the truth? No, no I'm sorry. Please...
The thoughts were conflicting of course; he was angry and bitter at Will, angry and bitter for leaving him without answers to the questions he had. But he was sorry, sorry that maybe he couldn't understand sometimes. Sorry that maybe he wasn't good enough.
"I... Ariel," he didn't want to put the effort to pronounce her name right, his legs were feeling weak and his heart was feeling heavy, "Ariel, just... just tell them you're with me, Chap."
I need a drink.
"I... I promised some brahs I'd meet them, like now," he really really needed a drink. Scotch, whiskey, vodka even.
Vodka sounded nice. Something strong.
"We... We can hang out after the game."
He stumbled clumsily away, almost as if in a drunken stupor, running towards the cafe.
Beer, whiskey, scotch, tequila, vodka-- I need a drink. I need a drink more than I need you.
He barged through the doors of the cafe, ignoring the good hearted cheers his friends were giving him, he needed that drink. Cold at first sip, then a burning sensation, then a dull pain in the side of his head, then the rest of his body follows suit.
His body dies as does his mind, the only way to stop the thoughts from coming back up again.
"Chap! The hell you've be--" Chaplin pushed Bo out of the way, heading over to the counter, desperate and hungry.
"SCOTCH, NOW!"
"Wh--?! FUCK! NO! CHAP, NO!" Bo threw his friend away from the counter, the Hawaiian falling over himself and his making impact against set of chairs and a table, knocking them over.
"NO, YOU DON'T--"
"CHAP!"
No no no, I need this, you don't understand.
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Post by DJKID on Jun 30, 2010 14:52:02 GMT -5
Eventually, Will managed to stumble his way to a secluded spot, a small alley tucked away between the buildings.
He practically collapsed on a bench, face in hands, hunched over.
What do I do?
He glared at the pills in his hands.
I don't need you, I need him.
But...
I guess he doesn't need me anymore.
A pause. Will tapped the top of the bottle lightly. Hesitation.
He twisted the cap off the bottle and swallowed two pills.
You saw this coming. It's been too long. You're glad he's moved on. It's for the better. You're overreacting.
REL watched from a distance.
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 30, 2010 15:09:29 GMT -5
No secrets are kept from REL Wigglesworth, who rarely calculates the consequences of her actions, because consequences are dealt on the fly.
"12 minutes, Will," she spoke loudly enough for him to hear her, clear as day. Entered the alley. "You were there 12 minutes. It's a new record, unless you've been restraining yourself longer than when I was present." She nodded towards the bottle in his hands. "It didn't look like the dosage I remember, either. Smaller." She eyed him, up and down, as if she weren't JUST talking about his pills. "...Much smaller. A weaker dose? Trying to quit?" It was none of her business. 4 minutes until this might become dangerous, unless something was interacting with these pills.
Wonder what nicotine does with these things, anyway.
There was a silence as Will stared REL down, practicing restraint through indecisiveness. She continued her approach, but kept a distance, leaning on the wall with arms crossed. "That was Chaplin, eh? I'm no prophet, but it sounds like I missed the fireworks. " Sooner or later REL was bound to remember things. Unfortunately, she kind of failed to put some things together before worming her way around his waist.
It's not like clothes came off.
A long, sigh like groan emitted from behind closed lips, and she rolled her eyes. "Let's cut the bullshit and skip past the business like formalities, Will. I'll stay off your private property if you'll tell me why you ran away like a scared little girl." She lifted up her hands in disarmament, as if that gave her statement power or something. "A special promise to you. I'll even tell you a special secret... later" She even took a seat, on the damned fiilthy ground, across from the bench in the alley. It was better than breaking his bubble.
"You never did tell me what those pills were for, Will." REL didn't know what the hell she was doing, and didn't bother with adding a 'this is so important' tone to her voice. It was casual. Like getting into the world's business was her job and duty.
((WHUT REL. WHUT. And why yes I love the statement 'missed the fireworks' why do you ask?))
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Post by Memai on Jun 30, 2010 15:22:02 GMT -5
"Don't make me kill you," Bo threatened with a harsh whisper, "C'mon Chap, don't do this. You almost died on us, we don't need you going all the way."
"I need it..." He slurred, that's all Chaplin was able to say, "Please, just one glass? My head hurts, please? C'mon guys..."
A hard punch across the jaw, "You sound like a fucking loon."
"Please...?"
"CHAP SNAP OUT OF IT!"
"PleasePleasePleasePlease...!"
"That's it."
They had taken their method outside of the cafe at the request of the owner, still didn't stop the team from beating Chaplin into some form of common sense.
There were days when he'd ramble on, where he'd beg for just one drink; it never stopped there of course. They never understood why he did it; it was pathetic to watch and always so hard to get him out of it.
The more punches they gave him, the more he got immune to it. So they threw more punches, harder than before.
They didn't want to kill him, especially not when the game was tonight.
"Bo..." A semblance of a person returned to Chaplin's being, "Bo, please..."
"Chap," a concerned voice, "You're like... my friend, okay? Please don't do this."
"Please, Bo, I need this. You don't understand why."
"Fuck understanding why, boy," he spat, "You can drink your pretty Hawaiian hula ass off after the game. Please? Please just do it for me."
He'd tell me those things too.
"Bo, I can't, I need it now."
"Hold it. Please?" The black jock got up, extending a hand for his friend to grab onto, "We'll get you help."
I don't need help. I need answers. Chaplin took Bo's hand regardless, helping himself up the best he could, despite the bruised body, despite the scraps and cuts from fighting on hard cobblestone.
"Chap, dude, you're getting worse."
"The thoughts are getting worse," it was an audible mumble, caught only by his ears, "Bo..."
"Don't start with me."
"I'm sorry, I just... I'm really--"
"We'll get you cleaned up and ready for the game. We'll keep an eye on you."
Chaplin didn't know what to do. The thoughts were going to dominate his body, he knew this, that was the reason why he vegetated on his bed while alcohol kept absorbing into his blood. If he stayed dead, pretended to be dead, the thoughts would die, they wouldn't plague him. He'd wake up again with aches everywhere, but the thoughts would be gone for the moment.
Motherfucker, I loved you.
"T-Thanks, Bo. You're a good friend to me, brah." They walked to a more safer area, somewhere without booze, somewhere safe.
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