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Post by Mirabelle Audrey Kendrick on May 25, 2011 9:19:35 GMT -7
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She just wanted to go shopping. That was what Mira did every time she was feeling down; she went out and spent her parents’ money, wired directly to her checking account. It was a foolproof way for her to get into a good mood. But for whatever reason, there was something wrong with her account, and she couldn’t find her best credit card. And when a morning started like that, it seemed unlikely that things were going to get any better. It was like she’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and that meant that everything was going to go wrong. It had been a horrible day. The local coffee shop she always stopped at was closed for Memorial Day, and it wasn’t like she could make coffee on her own, so breakfast was out. She’d misplaced her purse and had to search for it for an hour before she found it. Then when she wanted to take a nap, everyone kept calling her phone. She made lunch, and spilled boiling water on her arm. Try for nap number two, same results. Everything was going wrong. When it rained, it poured.
Then one of her friends had called and recommended that she head down to the bonfire tonight. She could hang out with her, and then Mira wouldn’t be in such a bad mood, right? It would be a great way to feel better. And after the bonfire, they could go out for a while. Yeah, that sounded good, and finally Mirabelle was a little excited for something to go right today. She picked out her clothes and got dressed without anything going wrong, threw on a necklace, grabbed her purse, and headed out. Her shorts seemed perfect for the warm weather North Carolina was having this time of year. Her friend picked her up at eight and they headed down to the bonfire.
But then she’d ditched her. Mira hung out with her for a while, then she said she had to run to her car, and she just never came back. Frustrated and close to tears because of everything that had happened that day, Mira sat down on a log by the fire, crossing her arms. There were tons of people here, talking and dancing, laughing, having a great time. And then there was her. Why had she agreed to come out? Shouldn’t she have known that nothing was able to go right today? This bonfire was a waste of her time. She should just go home right now. But... she didn’t have her car. She’d carpooled down here, and now her ride was gone. Shit. This was just getting worse! A few tears almost leaked out of Mirabelle’s eyes, but she quickly wiped them away before anyone could see. She wouldn’t sit here and pout. Hah, who was she kidding, of course she would. But no one came up to talk to her, no one came up to comfort her. She probably would have just yelled at anyone who did, but that wasn’t the point; the gesture would have been appreciated nonetheless.
Dramatically, Mira sighed. It was more of a deep breath, a sad attempt to recollect herself. This was horrible. And on top of it all, it was starting to get really cold, while she was stuck here in shorts. Awesome. She should just start walking home right now. She stared into the fire, not moving. She should really go. Today was bad, and it wasn’t going to improve any time soon. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; famous last words by my chemical romance
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Post by Westin Patrick Ison on Jun 17, 2011 23:58:30 GMT -7
"Okay, Hailey," Wes said as he took a little metal solider from his pocket. "I'm going to teach you a very important history lesson. It's called 'Salem Witch Trials'." Wes carefully tied the solider to a poker.
"Salem Witch Trials?" His little sister repeated, arching an eyebrow at her older brother. "Aren't trials like...the things mommy watches on TV? Like on Law and Order? Baba, those are boring!"
He smirked and tightened the knot with his teeth. "I know," He said through gritted teeth and he didn't say more until the know was properly done. "I know. But these trials are more fun. These trials have no jury. All you have to do in these trials is stick people into the fire. If they burn, they're innocent. If they don't, then they're guilty of being witches!"
Hailey's face lit up a bit. They were going to play with fire? Maybe these trails weren't so boring after all. She hesitated though. If they burned they were innocent...? "Baba..." She began slowly.
"Yes?" Wes already had the first little solider in the fire.
"...If they burn and they're innocent...won't they die?"
"Yep."
".........Okay." And with that, she watched Wes roast the solider.
He stuck the solider into the flames and watched him carefully. After a while, the solider caught fire and melted off of the poker. "Awww," Wes said, "Looks like he wasn't a witch. Bummer."
"Awwwwwwww," Hailey repeated, making her big brother smile brightly.
"Well," Wes said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a new soldier, "Time for the next accused witch." He tied it to the poker and placed the poker within the flame again. "Burn, demon!"
This went on for a while until Wes was all out of soldiers to burn. Once he was done with soldiers, he reverted to roasting marshmallows and making s'mores for Hailey and himself. He was aware that hanging out with his 3-year-old sister isn't really considered cool for an 18-year-old, but Wes didn't mind spending time with his sister. He loved moments like this. He loved seeing her smile, seeing as Mom never put forth any effort to make her kids feel loved. And Hailey was just so adorable. She was so innocent. She judged no one and accepted all. Besides, she was the perfect listener to Wes's stories of Wonderland. There was really no one better for the Lewis Carrol reincarnate to be with.
Well, maybe there was one person. Wes happened to look up and he saw Mira across from him on the other side of the fire. She hadn't noticed him yet, so maybe he could make a quick getaway. However, upon a second glance, Wes could see that she was very upset and he saw her wipe away her tears. He frowned. Who was making her cry? And why? Why would anyone want to make her cry?
Mirabelle had not yet given Wes any reason to be nice to her. Upon every encounter they had, she was often quite rude to him and treated him like dirt. She did not deserve his sympathy or concern. Yet, she had it. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stand that sad look on her face. She may have treated him like dirt, but he did not have to treat her the same way. He couldn't bring himself to. Wes was about to stand and go to her, but he bit his lip and thought twice. She didn't want him. He knew that for sure. His averted his dark eyes...but after a moment he looked back at her. He had to do something.
He stuck another marshmallow with the poker and stuck it in the fire. Wes watched it carefully as it roasted and then stuck it between chocolate and graham crackers. He then handed it to Hailey and whispered something to her and watched her carefully as Hailey teetered away from him. Hailey carefully carried the s'more over to Mira. She gave her a smile and held the warm treat out to Mira.
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LISTENING TO: do you want me (dead) - all time low
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Post by Mirabelle Audrey Kendrick on Jun 26, 2011 21:44:58 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mirabelle Kendrick was one of those people in this world that drove others nuts when she was in a bad mood. Part of it was the subject of her bad moods; she got worked up over the tiniest things and acted like (and legitly thought that) they were the end of the world. Take tonight, for example. She had started crying over the fact that she’d had a bad day and her friend had left the bonfire and she was now lonely. Getting sand in her purse would probably throw her over the edge right about now. Though she was an extremely determined individual, she could also be extremely pessimistic, and often was. If one tiny thing went wrong, oh hell, the sky must be falling next. Just like how it was going to take her an extremely long time to forgive the friend that had ditched her tonight — if she ever forgave her completely. Mira could hold a grudge with the best of them. Her friend might be fucked for life.
Not that everyone ever wanted to be friends with Mira. She was actually a very annoying and obnoxious person. She was loud, she was headstrong, and things had to go her way. She shrieked like a girl and clacked her high heels in the hallway whenever she had the chance. She made boys’ heads turn, knew it, and used it to her advantage. She wanted the world and everything in it to revolve around her. Growing up with a tight hand on Daddy’s wallet hadn’t helped much. In her first life, Mira had grown up much more humbly, only getting out of foster care by marriage. This time around, however, she’d had it made. Rich parents and an only child led to one extremely spoiled little girl. She knew that she could get whatever she wanted if she just asked at the right moment. It was a foolproof method. She wasn’t just spoiled, she was spoiled rotten.
Tonight was probably one of the first times in Mira’s life that she wasn’t taking out her bad moods on others. Today had seemed that horrible to her that she felt more like keeping to herself than anything. That went to show just how well Mirabelle had it, when a day like the one she’d just had could pretty much be classified as one of the worst in her life. She hadn’t forgotten what it had been like to be Marilyn in her past life, but this time around, she had it made, and she’d gotten used to it. It felt like she had always been like this, had always been Mira, had always had a hold on Daddy’s checkbook and a tighter grip on his credit card. And tonight was just bad. She was about to finally give in and leave when suddenly, randomly, a little girl — she had to be what, only three? — walked up to her, smiling and holding out at s’more. Mira frowned just a bit, looking at the girl. She was cute. What was she doing out here at the bonfire.. handing her a s’more? “F- .. for me?” Mira slowly reached out and took the s’more, the tiniest of smiles breaking her invariable façade of sadness of the day. “Thank you...” She nibbled the edge of the graham cracker. She’d forgotten how good these things were... “Are your parents here?” she asked the girl. “You’re not here alone, are you?” She carefully took another bite of the s’more, making sure she didn’t get any of the marshmallow on her fingers. That would probably just get her pissed all over again.
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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; tiffany blews by fall out boy
word count; like.. 600
outfit; (:
credit; to brooke from caution
notes; every time i looked up while typing this post i saw my big-ass alice in wonderland book sitting on the shelf. heh. |
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Post by Westin Patrick Ison on Jul 16, 2011 23:07:34 GMT -7
Hailey grinned like crazy when the girl took the s'more from her. She was very pretty and Hailey wanted to be her friend. So when the girl asked “F- .. for me?”, Hailey nodded and said "Fer yew..." And then she lied, in an attempt to impress her, "I made it myself."
Wes smiled and rolled his eye from where he was sitting. Suck up. He'd taught her well.
“Are your parents here?”
Hailey shook her head instantly. As far as she was concerned, she had no parents. Her mother did nothing to care for her. Aside from giving birth to her (and Hailey was sure she only had a baby because she had to) her mother was never there for her and she never did anything for her. And Hailey never met her daddy. She did know his name, though. She could remember her mother slurring it every now and then. According to her mother, daddy's name was "Mother Fucking Bastard". He had a funny name. He didn't sound like a very nice guy. No, Hailey really didn't have parents. She was lucky, though. She had Wes — 'Baba' as she called him. Baba always took care of her when her mother didn't. Baba cooked for her. Baba washed her clothes. Baba bathed her. Baba told her stories. Baba would have tea parties with her. She was happy she had Baba. She loved Baba. Sometimes she wondered who took care of Baba when he was small. She wondered if their mother took care of him. Or perhaps Baba's daddy was around and he took care of him. She never asked though. Baba really didn't talk about his childhood with Hailey.
"No," She answered Mira's question, "My momma doesn't ever do anything with me. She likes sitting around the house and drinking bad stuff. Baba says I'm never going to be allowed to drink the bad stuff." There was no bitterness in her young voice. Just the bluntness of three-year-old innocence.
“You’re not here alone, are you?”
Hailey's expression brightened up. She smiled and shook her head again. "No, I'm here with Baba."
Wes grimaced from where he was sitting. He looked back at the fire. He really wished that Hailey hadn't mentioned him. Because now Mira would inquire who her Baba was and then Hailey would point back to him and Wes would sheepishly wave to the girl that hated him with a burning passion. ...Wait. What did he even care? He hated her too...right? At least, he was supposed to. Mira hated Wes and Wes hated Mira in return. Yet...he'd made her that s'more...
It was an act of charity. His one good deed of the decade. That's what that was. He nudged a few logs with his stick, watching as one fell and burst open into a bunch of golden glowing ashes. Well...whatever was going to happen would be interesting. He hoped Mira would have some decency in her and continue being nice to Hailey, despite Wes being her brother. ...He kind of liked the nice side of Mira...a lot.
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Post by Mirabelle Audrey Kendrick on Aug 6, 2011 12:07:15 GMT -7
 They tell you not to judge anyone, no matter what they act like. You don’t really know what another person is going through, even if it looks like it’s nothing. The thing is, it really was nothing with Mira. She liked to complain and make her life seem horrible, like she was going through such troubles, when in all reality, she had it so good. She had barely a care in the world, and certainly not a single worry. The thing was, she wasn’t kidding when she got worked up about stupid things like tonight. Honestly, why would someone make such a huge deal as to cry when your friend left a party without you? Mira would. She was, actually. And if this little girl hadn’t come up to comfort her and talk to her, then she would definitely still be crying for a while, feel bad about herself, and then leave the party. Now, however, it looked like she would be staying a while, or at least a little bit longer. This girl was adorable. The thing was, who was she? Or whose was she?
“You made it yourself?” Mira repeated, and her smile widened. In her past life, she knew she’d liked kids, and maybe even wanted them, but this time around she had been a little iffy on the whole idea. Considering that she planned on living much longer in this life, she knew she was going to have plenty of time to focus on her career. That meant not so much on love, marriage, and a family. Hah, love. If it existed. Instead, maybe she’d babysit her friends’ kids once in a while or something. That would be enough. It wasn’t like she would ever want or have her own. However, when you’re around kids like this, it almost made Mira want to second-guess herself a little on that thought.
So this girl wasn’t here with her parents. “Th-...” Mira paused, listening to her. Hm. Poor girl. She knew she’d been lucky in this life and had it made, but she did know where she was coming from. In her first life, Marilyn had been in foster care. At one point she’d been placed in a home with an alcoholic father; she knew just were this girl was coming from. She was still worried, however, that this girl was here alone. After all, what was she.. like, three? Three-year-olds shouldn’t be at high school bonfires on their own. How the hell would she have gotten here in the first place, anyway? She- oh. Good. Okay, so she was here with someone. Mira felt a little better. “Oh.. who’s Baba?” she asked, smiling a little at the girl’s nickname for.. whoever this was. A babysitter, perhaps. That sort of fit. Or maybe it was an older sibling, though Mira had no clue why an older sibling would ever willingly bring a younger sister to a party like this.
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outfit --- CLOTHES.
template --- PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
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Post by Westin Patrick Ison on Aug 20, 2011 11:24:23 GMT -7
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