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Post by adrian william miller on Aug 28, 2011 4:00:10 GMT -5
”I’m fine.” Adrian said, yanking his hand back and wiping some of the blood off on his shirt. “I’ve been through worse.” He looked back at the tree, which had a fair bit of blood on it. “Come on, let’s go back to my room so I can change clothes.” He said, walking towards his dorm. “But one day, I will murder him, cut off his head, and mount it on my wall.” A picture of Alex’s face twisted in anguish filled his mind and he grinned evilly. “Yes, and it will be good.”
Adrian sighed as he wiped more blood on his shirt. “Come on, what should we do after I get naked?” He asked suggestively. “You can choose. It doesn’t really matter to me.” He leant down and kissed her deeply. Holding open the door for Amanda, he followed her in. “You can choose anything.” Amanda WORD COUNT: 155ish NOTES: My god, my penis is huuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggeeeeee |
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Post by amanda katrina tumlin on Aug 28, 2011 16:27:05 GMT -5
why should i care cuz you weren't there, [/size] ( WHEN I WAS SCARED I WAS SO ALONE)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] amanda felt a frown appear on her lips as he pulled his hadn't away. she was only trying to help and she felt horrible for letting that happen. if only she stayed away from alex's room. he wouldn't be bleeding and she wouldn't be here feeling horrible about everything that happened. she shook her head at his words, "no. no you won't." she gave him a pleading look, "you don't do any of that."
she didn't want to ruin his happy thoughts about getting her in bed, but she couldn't do that. not just the day after, she had only just. no, she liked adrian maybe even loved. but love was such a strong word and sex was such a complicated thing. but she kissed him back and walked in, "we can just lay here." because she couldn't handle much of anything else, not today. maybe not for a long time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
you need to listen i'm starting to trip, [/size] ( I'M LOSING MY GRIP)[/center] words: one hundred and sixtyoutfit: heretags: wolf with addynotes: I DOUBT THATmusic: smile by avril lavignecredit: gabs of a different color; of caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c: [/font][/left] |
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Post by adrian william miller on Aug 29, 2011 5:20:44 GMT -5
Adrian just snorted as Amanda tried to tell him he wasn’t allowed to viciously mangle Alex. He knew he was going to do it, but whatever, be blissfully ignorant. Alex would just turn up dead one day; it didn’t matter if anyone knew it was him. It would be just as enjoyable. “Yes ma’am. No ma’am. Of course ma’am.”
Anyways, back to the painfully obvious innuendos. “Awwww way to ruin my hopes and dreams.” He said, taking of his horribly stained shirt and putting it in a drawer labeled ‘Things to burn’. He slipped on a dark red long sleeved shirt and started taking things out of his pants pockets. Phone, Ipod, work knife, couple small explosives, and about 4 different lighters. Then off came the pants, revealing smiley face boxers. “You like what you see?” He asked, slipping on another pair of pants. He refilled the pockets and did a front flip onto the bed. “Have I missed anything else?” Amanda WORD COUNT: 180ish NOTES: It doesn’t matter if you doubt it, it’s true |
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Post by amanda katrina tumlin on Sept 1, 2011 11:54:40 GMT -5
why should i care cuz you weren't there, [/size] ( WHEN I WAS SCARED I WAS SO ALONE)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] amanda was only trying to protect him, cause she knew what alex was capable of. okay so maybe he wouldn't do what he did to her and hope, but he would do something. just to either anger her, or just cause he was cruel. she didn't want to think about alex, cause it was way too close to the day. and she kept thinking about his hands, his lips, the fear and pleasure. she didn't know what to do..it was so scary..all of it was just too much for the blonde.
she just shrugged when he said she ruined his fun, "my job is to be the fun ruiner. it's in the job description. you should of read it before you decided to have me over anyone else." it wasn't that she didn't want to, cause she rather it have been with adrian cause there wouldn't of been any fear there. but no, alex had to...no she wasn't going to think about it. she tried to keep herself from laughing and instead snorted. "yes i love what i see," she said smiling. she shook her head when he flipped onto the bed, god he was such a retard but she shrugged. "not really..just the alex stuff i think." she couldn't really remember but she walked to the bed and sat down on the edge. "soo..what was that about earlier?" she wasn't sure if she wanted to know or not...cause it could of been anything at all.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
you need to listen i'm starting to trip, [/size] ( I'M LOSING MY GRIP)[/center] words: two hundred and sixty twooutfit: heretags: wolf with addynotes: suuuree it's true. maybe in your dreams  music: smile by avril lavignecredit: gabs of a different color; of caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c: [/font][/left] |
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Post by adrian william miller on Sept 4, 2011 4:42:43 GMT -5
Adrian folded his arms behind his head and looked at Amanda. “You’re very good at your job then. How much do you get paid? When’s your next promotion?” He asked, folding his arms behind his head. He was pretty sure that there was something more going on with Alex, but he decided he shouldn’t press onwards, so he just let it go for now. If she didn’t want to talk about it now, he’d make her talk later.
Adrian raised his eyebrow at her question, slightly confused. “Are you talking about the soup?” He asked, pulling out his knife and flipping it open and closed repeatedly. “Gabriel landed on the table and knocked the soup all over me.” It wasn’t uncommon for Gabriel do to stupid things, but be scalded by soup wasn’t nice ever. “So, what are we supposed to do while we just… lay here?” He asked, getting kinda bored. Amanda WORD COUNT: 160ish NOTES: Yours too. |
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Post by amanda katrina tumlin on Sept 7, 2011 9:48:29 GMT -5
amanda shurgged her shoulders, she knew she was good at what she did. she lived to be a bitch and not have any fun. though lately she hadn't been bitchy she blamed hope. the happy latina was rubbing off of the girl, and well amanda was rubbing off on her. it was like the sweet girl was slightly bad and the bad girl was slightly sweet. it was an odd mixture of best friends but it worked. "i get paid a lot. it's how i afford my hair dye," she joked with a small smile. then she rolled her eyes, "i'll be promoted to party pooper soon i hope."
she moved and laid next to him when she was positive he wasn't going to hurt her. honestly? she could care less about the soup incident or even gabriel so she shrugged. "no..i meant way earlier. like trying to slit my throat.." sighing, she closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. "cause..yeah.."
[i'll make this pretty when i get back]
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