my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Thread Started on Apr 3, 2008, 7:16pm »
India Emerald got up from the grubby bench she was sitting at, her tartan jacket swung over her left arm. There really was no need to wear it in this weather, the sun was just dying to come out as it hid behind a few of the white fluffy clouds in the aqua blue sky above her.Pushing her outgrown fringe out of her piercing emerald eyes she started to walk further inland, in search of the old abandoned train station where she was sure she would find Graffiti. He was often there, it seemed he was the only one that permanently stayed in one place.
The two had became more than just friends soon after they met. It had been quite late at night when Emerald stumbled across the train station, looking for shelter, when she bumped into Graffiti. It had been almost a year since that first night, but now Emerald had found herself in the Northerners gang, it just suited her better. The different tribes didn't seem to effect her and Graffiti, because to be perfectly honest both of the teenagers couldn't care less, but since then their relationship hasn't been as passionate and as fun as it was nearer the beginning.
Snapping out of her thoughts, as the memories flooded back to her mind, Emerald turned a corner of an empty road and spotted a torn down fence ahead of her. She'd come to know the place pretty well since she ran away from the orphanage. She turned sideways and squeezed through the gap in the wooden fence, tugging awkwardly as her silver studded belt got caught, after freeing the belt she found herself near the old station and platform. She hoped she could find who she was looking for, as she began to make her way across the grass covered train tracks.
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #1 on Apr 3, 2008, 7:59pm »
Drain the pressure from the swelling.The sensations overwhelming.
It was an unusually warm day, for early April, and a young man of about seventeen years old was lying on a bench on a disused train station platform. The weak rays of the sun penetrated the wispy clouds that seemed to constantly cling in the watery, pastel blue sky, warming his back. His arms were folded and he was face down on the bench, resting his forehead on his arms so he didn’t smother himself with the blanket he was laying on for a little bit of comfort. The sound of some kids talking inside was hardly a disturbance to the burgundy haired boy, because he wasn’t really sleeping.
Mumbling sleepily, he turned over so he was looking out across the overgrown tracks, the sun glinting off his black eyebrow piercing. He reached up and adjusted the ring in his right nostril that had gotten squished against his face from lying face down. His sharp, pale blue eyes squinted against the light as a crack appeared in the cloud, and he sat up stiffly, rubbing his face. With a yawn, he stood up and pulled out a box of stolen cigarettes from his pocket. Soon followed a lighter - also stolen - and he lit up.
Pacing the cracked concrete station, he smoked steadily, eyes half closed with insomnia induced exhaustion. Stopping for a moment, he drew heavily on the cigarette, and then let it out in a large sigh, the smoke billowing from his lips like smoke from a dragon’s mouth. He thought he saw movement out the corner of his eye by the gap in the fence, and his head turned sharply. Cringing as his neck cracked, he rubbed it irritably, and squinted at the girl squeezing through the fence. He rolled his eyes, and turned away abruptly when he saw her properly as she got stuck on the fence by her tattered old belt.
She was coming over, and he couldn’t exactly pretend he hadn’t seen her because that would be pointless. He walked grudgingly over to the edge of the platform and sat down on the slightly warmed concrete, still puffing away on his cigarette as he kicked his legs like a small child over the edge. Watching Emerald - or India, as she was truly called - come towards him, he forced a smile but his lips felt dry and cracked. “Hey, Emerald,” he said, trying to sound bright. But his body felt tense and his voice came out all wrong. “What the hell are you doing here? What happened to all your Northern palls?” he asked in a playful tone. Dragging on his cigarette again, he half smiled. “Or do you just need a quick fuck?” he added coyly, propping himself up with one hand pressed on the floor behind him as he put one foot up on the floor. The other leg still dangled down and he kicked his heel against the wall boredly, watching his cigarette smoke curl into the relatively clear sky.
Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright.
« Last Edit: Apr 3, 2008, 8:14pm by [Graffiti//] »
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #2 on Apr 3, 2008, 8:26pm »
Stepping over the large wooden slabs, carefully avoiding the metal tracks Emerald noticed a figure over the other side of the station. He was here then, she’d been correct in thinking he would be. With her free hand, the one not carrying the coat, tugged at her old grey batman t-shirt the wrinkled material annoyed her as it was so baggy on her skinny frame. The sun finally peeked out of the clouds and she used her arm to block out the rays as she neared the platform.
Graffiti was moving towards the edge of the platform, and she could tell, even from the distance, that he didn’t seem too happy to see her, but she really couldn’t care less at the moment. She told herself that he obviously hadn’t had any success at sleeping last night, or the night before. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen him.
When she reached the concrete wall she turned, her back towards the older boy, and with her arms she pushed herself up onto the ledge, heaving her tight skinny jeans up as she did, sitting beside him on the platform. She dumped her blue and green checkered coat beside next to the faded yellow line.
She shot him a smile, which he returned but not as she expected, once again she shrugged it off, what was she expecting anyway. “Fuck Off” She muttered, folding her arms, she hadn’t really any friends, only the occasional person whom she spoke to properly now and again. She was too shy to approach anyone new. “You know very well I don’t have any northern friends” She muttered, maybe she ought to make some friends in her own tribe, she yawned whilst unfolding her arms and reaching out with one hand to snatch his half finished cigarette without invitation, bringing it to her mouth instead, drawing on the small stick and breathing out clouds of misty smoke. She narrowed his eyes at him at his remark, but she didn’t answer. A few minutes of silence later, she replied with, “I just wanted to talk to someone” She shrugged, “and I knew where I could find you…” She shrugged, handing the burning cigarette back to him.
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #3 on Apr 4, 2008, 7:54am »
Smiling a little as Emerald hoisted herself up onto the edge of the platform to sit next to him, he nonchalantly moved his hand to put it over her hand. His cigarette was hanging unfinished from his mouth, and Emerald nabbed it. Rolling his eyes, he waited for her to give it back, not paying much mind to what she was saying. The only thing she was good for was screwing. He didn’t really like talking to her. Graffiti didn’t like talking to anyone, really. It was hard for him to put down the walls he built up around himself. The warm, smooth feeling of Emerald’s hand under his own was a nice change from the hard, rough surfaces of the city. It was comforting to him.
What Graffiti couldn’t understand is why Emerald had left the Outsiders. Was it the promise of more safety in an established Gang, or the better roof of the Northerner’s main squat? Graffiti couldn’t ever understand why anyone left the Train Station. It had everything. Rooms with proper roofs, a bathroom - although only the urinals were reasonably useable - and not to mention it was a gun free zone. Graffiti hated guns, and he insisted that the Outsiders didn’t carry them. They made him feel uneasy. He still had a rip in the back of his trouser leg where he had been shot at once. The bullet wound in the back of his left calf still pained him on some days, and it just added to the anxiety and sleeplessness he suffered from. “Why’d you go then?” his tone was bitter, he was still feeling hurt from her leaving. He always got like this when someone left the Outsiders. He never ever tried to change their minds or make them stay, but Emerald leaving had hurt him the most. Maybe it was just because he had kidded himself he actually cared for her? That he thought their special relationship would keep her here at the station? He had obviously thought wrong.
Making small circles on her hand with his fingers, he closed his eyes wearily when she said she just wanted to talk. He took the cigarette back gladly, and drew on it heavily, tipping his head back to blow a stream of smoke to the sky. His burgundy hair was matted and frizzy from walking in the rain yesterday, and he could barely even run his hand through it. He turned slightly, and put his lips by her ear. “Babes, I haven’t slept for three whole days. I don’t think I’m going to be much conversation,” his voice was husky, lustful almost. He turned away as suddenly as he’d gotten close, and occupied himself with finishing his cigarette. He seriously needed to get laid. Maybe that would get rid of a bit of his built up anxiety. He found it did help a bit. But he was being a bit abrasive towards Emerald right now, so he doubted he’d even get a feel up her shirt. He sighed; it was worth a try, right?
Flicking away his finished cigarette, he scooted closer to her, and slid the hand that had been on hers up Emerald’s arm and across her shoulders to pull her close to his side. Maybe if he made her think he still cared for her? If Graffiti was still in school, with a family and a decent roof over his head, he probably wouldn’t be doing stuff like this. Unfortunately, being a bum on the street with no parental control made the guys a bit horny, and the girls a bit more open to it. They could do what ever they wanted. Heck, he could screw her right then and there if he was that desperate. Graffiti was a bit more dignified than that, though, and he laid his head on her shoulder, smiling slightly. “Sorry, I’m being a proper git today, aren’t I?” he laughed slightly, nuzzling into her neck. Lifting his head up again, he kissed her cheek softly, trying to shuffle closer again.
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #4 on Apr 4, 2008, 1:08pm »
Emerald smiled herself as she felt Graffiti’s own warm hand upon hers; living on the streets had made that gesture mean so much more. Emerald had found herself missing the warmth of other human beings, although she wouldn’t even consider going back to the orphanage, no she had grown quite attached to living on the streets of Brighton, although it wasn’t the best place for a sixteen year old girl to hang around, it was more of a home to her than any other place had been.She bought her legs up to her chin, resting her head on knees. He’d asked her that question many a times before, and every time she really didn’t have an honest answer, she always tried to be truthful. What was the point of lying, especially in these circumstances; I mean someone was obviously going to find out sooner or later. When she thought about it, she didn’t really know why she’d left the outsiders, and Graffiti to move across the town to the Northern territory, she never usually cared where she slept. It didn’t make a difference to her, but she couldn’t stay in one place.
It must have been a night when she was annoyed at Graffiti, or someone else by that matter, she couldn’t really remember, because she was wondering the streets of the free lands when she came across a few of the Northerners. They took interest in her and persuaded her that being in a tribe makes living on your own much more bearable, and is sure enough much safer that being an outsider. Emerald had believed this, it did seem true, and she didn’t think it would be a problem at first, although she still continued to see Graffiti anyway. But her decision had always been a touchy subject. She shrugged her shoulders, moving her head so her shoulder length dirty blonde hair fell down her back, “I thoug- never mind, it doesn’t matter right?” She asked, turning her emerald eyes to look at his face. “You could have come as well…” Her voice lowered and what she said quiet so you couldn’t properly tell what she had said, but she had a feeling he would have understood her. But this conversation had happened before; there was no way Graffiti would leave the Outsiders.
She turned her body around, so she was no longer facing the broken railway tracks, but instead Graffiti. He never seemed to sleep and she didn’t understand why, he had never told her the full truth on the matter, but she could understand that, trust was a hard thing and maybe it was best kept a secret. When he pulled her closer, the question in her head disappeared and she didn’t reply to the sleep comment, figuring that she wouldn’t even get a proper answer anyway. Stretching her hand out, she moved her fingers so the interlinked with his, and laughed slightly at his question, “When are you not?” She mumbled. Emerald couldn’t understand why she found comfort in Graffiti, it wasn’t just because he was someone in a similar situation than her, but she only made an effort to talk to a few people, and he was one of them. Although she wasn’t completely sure if Graffiti felt the same way she didn’t really care. She could pretend he did, she was quite content right now. Well as happy as you could get for a teenager living on the streets.
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #5 on Apr 4, 2008, 2:14pm »
Graffiti didn’t know how to reply. Did it matter? One thing he was sure of, was that he was still feeling bitter about it. He wondered if he should beg her to come back. The Northerners wouldn’t care, would they? On the other hand, loosing a member to the Train Station might rub them up the wrong way, and try to claim it for themselves. Graffiti knew if they tried to get the Station, they would easily win. The Outcasts were nothing compared to the combined force of the whole of the Northerners. The Outcasts were just a load of people who just about got along because they had to. The Gangs were groups with a loose hierarchy and were pretty organized when it came to getting what they wanted. “No…I understand why you would want to be in a proper Gang. But that doesn’t mean I share those feelings,” he said tersely, squeezing her shoulder gently.
No matter how much he wanted to be with Emerald - which, to be truthful, wasn’t very much - he would never bring himself to join a Gang. It was almost guaranteed to involve guns of some kind, and having to make alliances with other members of your gang. Both these things were repulsive to Graffiti, who was a bit of a lone wolf. He preferred to hunt alone, teaming up with others only when necessary and doing his own thing. Being in a group caused too many problems. Graffiti really didn’t want to have to build emotional attachments to anyone else. Being close to Emerald was causing him enough trouble as it was.
Sighing, he ran his hand down Emerald’s arm, and moved it to slip under her shirt and rest against the flesh of her hip. It felt warm there, and he shuffled as close as he could get, sharing their warmth. Even though the sun was out today, the air was still tainted with a brisk sea breeze. He smiled as she shifted to face him, and he leant forwards slightly, his lips parting hesitantly. But then she spoke, as their eyes locked, and he raised one eyebrow. “Oh it’s like that, then, is it?” he rolled his eyes, and resumed his previous mission. His lips brushed against hers lazily, searching for the warmth he craved. That was all that drove him, getting food in his stomach and warmth in his body. Along with a couple of other animalistic desires, of course. This life was simple, he liked it. There were no rules to follow. Manners were a thing of the past, you didn’t need to clean your room or fold your school uniform before getting in the bath. The only thing that really dictated his life now was just staying alive. And that was just about fine with him.
Smirking, his clear blue eyes sparkling hopefully, he kissed her again, more passionately. His lips locked on to hers, parting them with a sense or urgency as the hand on her hip found it’s way up and he brushed his fingers against the edge of her bra. He was being daring, sure, but he didn’t really give a fuck.
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #6 on Apr 4, 2008, 3:03pm »
His reply was nothing more than expected, and she shouldn’t have got her hopes up. He would never join a proper gang, and she should have known that by now. But anyway, like she had said, it didn’t matter, I mean it’s not like the gangs meant anything. Okay maybe it did, and things between each tribe, especially the southerners and the northerners were tensing up, but the outsiders were on equal terms. Or so it looked. She most likely felt differently about being in a gang because she was a girl, and sometimes that made a difference, they usually preferred a more secure lifestyle, and Emerald didn’t really have that. Graffiti was a year older and probably reckoned he could look after himself, which was sort of true.
She hadn’t really thought much about her decision to move over to the Northerners, she didn’t think it was that important; and she still didn’t. But she couldn’t exactly leave now, that would probably cause some sort of trouble, and she didn’t want to tip the boat, it would not be good.
Emerald shivered slightly as he moved her hand up her loose t-shirt, feeling the goose bumps form on her pale skin. It wasn’t as if the sudden warmth was a shock as the weather today was unusually warm, but it was just the touch of someone else that made her feel like that. A smirk appeared on her face as he rolled his eyes and she gave a quiet short laugh, as he leaned forward. Her lips parted with his as she returned the kiss willingly. It wasn’t the sort of kiss you would get in a proper loving relationship, it was more forceful, and there was a sense of desperate want. Emerald didn’t really care about other peoples opinions of her, she hadn’t really been brought up to know what was wrong and what was right, and the lifestyle she’d adapted to had no rules whatsoever. These teenagers could really come and do as they please, which was why she never really thought twice about sleeping with anyone. But they never seemed to realise or think about what would happen if something went wrong, or they got hurt. None of the kids on the street were expected to look out or look after one another.
She hooked her arms around Graffiti’s neck, her hands brushing against his burgundy/black hair deepening the kiss, more eager than most girls would be. She paused suddenly, pulling only centimetres away, “Wait…” She said as she felt his fingers on the back of her bra, she didn’t really know why, all of a sudden she wasn’t prepared to do anything. All this meaningless sex, was… well meaningless, Emerald, being Emerald couldn’t help but feel slightly saddened by that fact. She didn't know why she'd become bothered by this all of a sudden, usually she didn't really give a crap, she bit her lip as she tried to think whilst avoiding Graffiti's eyes. She wasn't exaclty going to explain to him.
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #7 on Apr 4, 2008, 6:47pm »
Holly had left her Southern gang for the day, some of the guys were annoying her, they were all claiming that they wanted to 'do' her and she didn't like to be used like that. Sure, she was a lot prettier than most girls with her long blonde hair and heart shaped face with her bright sky blue eyes but she just didn't like to be looked at like she was a piece of candy for guys to stare or use. She portrayed a cold hard exterior, acted like she was a tough chick, one who could stand up for herself but the truth was,and not many people knew, but she was hurt quite easily and she only put up her hard outside because she hated her real self. She hated that she had been brought up to be all girly and always accepting of things, she had a soft center and not many people had gotten to know her enough for her to reveal it, maybe everybody apart from Grafftii. He had charmed her so much over the last couple of months that she couldn't help but bring out her normal giggly girly nature but she wanted to put an end to that. She was just casually walking down a cold, dry street on a warm spring day with her hands in the pockets of her purple jeans skirt that matched her white tank top and her old dirty pink and black checked vans sneakers that she loved so much. She had tried pathetically to wear a pair of black fishnets with her outfit bu they were ripped with lots of ladders and holes in them butshe couldn't care less, it just gave more effect to her outfit. Casually walking and minding her own business is when she heard somebody shout her. She looked around to find one of the guys from her gang, she didn't know his name though, she only knew his face. She stopped for him to see what he wanted. He came up to her and just grabbed her around her waist and tired to kiss her without warning or anything said. She screamed and slapped him across the face and ran from him until she was out of breath. She looked to were she had gotten to, it was the train station. This wasn't her favourite place, of all places, but she didn't mind it. You could always come here to think about things because it was always so eerie and quiet. She walked in through the main entrance, past the broken glass windows and shattered and cracked benches that the station consisted of. She finally made it to the main platform, she just hoped that that guy hadn't followed her. She hoped he had just given up and went back to the rest of the gang. She knew he would probably tell eveybody that he had her right there in the middle of the street, that was definetly wrong but all the guys in her gang were thick and would believe anything. She walked slowly down the path at the platform, feeling mellow and indifferent, as she scuffed her shoes against the cold hard ground. She looked up and noticed two people sitting at the edge of the platform, two people that she had come across before in her time living about in the streets and old abandoned apartments. She felt a little weird going up to them considering Graffiti had his hands up Emerald's shirt, bascically trying to get his way with her like he had done to her countless times and she gave in every time, she was clueless as to why she gave in half the time, but seeing him like that made her feel a little jealous, that used to be her until he claimed that he had finished with her. She wakled slowly up behind them with a cautious smile to her face. There was nobody else here, no other gang members so why should it hurt if she spoke to them?. She felt the need to talk to somebody as she felt that she had become overly quiet the past weeks and that usually wasn't like her. "Hey" she muttered
When're you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly Would you turn me on?
You are the taste of something sweet And I'm tangled in the sheets You left a small track down my back So chain me up, I'm in too deep Too much of you is never enough
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #8 on Apr 4, 2008, 7:44pm »
Graffiti was glad when Emerald returned the kiss, she seemed just as desperate and recklessly passionate as he was. His skin tingled in a most pleasant way as he hooked his leg over hers, pressing his body closer to her emaciated frame. It pained him to know how skinny she was, and he felt every single rib bone in her body as his second hand joined the first under her shirt. Shifting slightly, he was now straddling her comfortably, although he was under great risk of falling back onto the disused tracks. Graffiti didn’t really care though. If he fell back and smashed his head open on the ground, he wouldn’t really loose a lot. Only the effort of keeping on breathing.
As he hooked his hands under the strap of her bra, she pulled away, and he grunted irritably. “Wait…what?” he sounded snappy, and slowly pulled his hands out from under her shirt. She was avoiding his eyes, and he felt confused and rejected. Sure, he didn’t give a shit about her, but he really wanted to fuck her right now. He was about to just ignore her and keep on kissing her any way when he saw someone walking towards them. He’d recognize that face anywhere. Grumbling, he crawled off of Emerald and stood up, brushing down his knees which were dusty from kneeling over Emerald.
Looking up, he locked eyes with Holly, and let out a sigh. “Good day, Holly,” he greeted her formally, glancing back at Emerald, feeling slightly stupid. The two girls were from strongly opposing Gangs, and he hoped to God that they didn’t start arguing. “How’s things your side of the city then?” he asked, trying to spark a conversation. Walking towards the bench with his blanket on it, he waved for both the girls to follow him.
Pulling out a cigarette, he lit up before sitting down heavily on his bench. Puffing slowly, he laid his head against the grimy, graffiti covered wall that the bench was bolted to. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing through the cigarette like it was oxygen. Opening one piercing blue eye, he smirked slyly at Holly when he was sure Emerald wasn’t looking. He was plotting, and when Graffiti started plotting, people got their hearts broken.
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #9 on Apr 4, 2008, 8:00pm »
She moved her hands from behind his neck, biting her lip slightly as reluctantly moved his hand. “…Nothing” She mumbled, looking up again, she was just being stupid anyway. Why would someone all of a sudden start caring for her, this was as best as it got right, so why try and change something when you know it can’t be changed. She reached out to grab his hand again, but he’d already moved. It was too much too ask for a proper relationship or whatever anyway, they were living on the streets and they had there own backs to look out for. She sighed herself as he grumpily climbed off her at the sound of footsteps entering the platform.
It was Holly, she didn’t know her last name, the two didn’t really get along, but they didn’t really have a grudge against each other, yet. She pulled herself up from the wall, putting her skinny arms behind her and heaving herself up, she left her coat where it was and went to sit on the bench beside Graffiti. She didn’t feel like talking to anyone anymore, she shot a small smile at the other girl who was roughly the same height as her, they both had blonde had with hot pink, and it was slightly strange. Bringing her legs up to her chest again, she pressed her back against the wood of the chair, one hand hooked round her knees and the other one grabbing Graffiti’s hand, in a somewhat clingy manner, or a way of apologizing or whatever, although she really didn’t have anything to apologize for. She made a circle pattern on his upper palm whilst staring absentmindedly ahead of her, her head turning to face Holly, she wondered why she was here, and not that she had anything against it. Except the two were generally rivals.
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #10 on Apr 4, 2008, 9:04pm »
Holly felt a little ackward standing where she was, maybe she shouldn't have interrupted their little makeout session, but she had to though. Watching them made her feel jealous of what she used to have and didn't want to end up literally screaming at them to stop or she could keep her mouth shut until her face slowly turns green with envy. Envy was a problem that Holz had, she always wished she had what other people had because she knew she could never get it and this made her feel even more depressed than her normal self which wasn't always so happy, she wondered sometimes if she actually had depression, she probably did, after what he life over the past year had been like. She felt a bit better when the did finally stop being all over each other, they both seemed desparate to her which she wanted to laugh mockingly at but she could identify with the feeling. She felt a little desparate at times too for lots of things, especially when one of her closer friends in her gang had run out of drugs to go around everybody, that's when she felt the most desparate because her body needed it. But she also felt desparate to be loved sometimes, she felt sometimes that she was the only person that felt what she felt but she knew she had to be wrong. She heard him greet her, a bit overly formal for him. She knew he wasn't ever like that, he was probably just trying to show off or something. She sighed in a sad tone as he asked how her side of the city was. She knew exactly what it was like, she thought she was the only person who could see it for what it really was. A place of violence, drugs, sex and rock and roll bascically and she had been dragged into it and she knew there was no way she could get out because she had nowhere else to go and she wanted to belong somwhere. She tried to disguise her feelings for a moment as she followed them over to the bench that was bolted against the wall. She sat down reluctantly next to Graffiti as Emerald sat on his other side, it was almost as if they were his puppets and he was telling them what to do, that how he used to treat her anyway, like a puppet and she would do his every command, it was just the kind of person she was and she didn't like to upset people, it just reminded her of the times when she had been upset and let down by others and she knew the feeling all to well. She swore too that she had seen her rival shot her a smile, she thought this was a bit strange but maybe this girl wasn't a teritorial about her gang as others were and she gave a small forced smile in return. She sighed and tried to asnwer Graffiti's question. "It's eh...well..." she stuttered "well when you've got guys always wanting to bang you or either kill you because you wont, i think it's going pretty well" she laughed sarcastically "but the drugs are fun" she muttered happily, trying to take her mind away from what she had just said. She didn't want to think about the countless times that the guys in her gang had tried to get their way with her, she hated being as pretty as she was. She looked up noticing Graffiti smoking a cigarette and she smiled a little, she thoguht it was kinda sexy that he smoked rather than always doing drugs like her and her gang, it was really their only entertainment. She looked down and twisted her fingers nervously, she knew she wanted to talk to them but she didn't know what to say, only too look up again and meet Graffiti winking at her, she just loved his bright blue eyes, and she felt all girly and giggly inside but she didn't want to show that on the outside, she didn't want to give him the right wrong impression.
When're you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly Would you turn me on?
You are the taste of something sweet And I'm tangled in the sheets You left a small track down my back So chain me up, I'm in too deep Too much of you is never enough
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Reply #11 on Apr 25, 2008, 6:55am »
Graffiti sighed as Emerald took his hand, but he relaxed his arm and felt her thumb soothing his rough hand with a touch of reluctance. He didn’t really have anything to say to her, so he cocked his head towards Holly slightly, still smiling. “The northerners are getting pretty aggressive on the Kings/Marine boarder, aren’t they?” his smile turned to a smirk of contempt. He knew he was dancing on egg shells, talking about opposing tribe’s matters in the presence of two girls from said opposing tribes, but he knew that they trusted him more than the average Jo. “You know, if you ever feel under pressure you could stay here a while,” he added, a tone of hopefulness in his voice. It was seeded hopefulness though, he didn’t mean it. It was all just part of one of his crazy plans.
Crossing his leg over, he brushed his foot against Emerald’s leg in a suggestive manner, pausing from talking to take a hungry drag on the cigarette. Blue eyes half hooded, he watched the flicker of people passing the gap in the fence, wondering if they knew the dramatic underworld of their city. He kind of hoped they didn’t, least they feel pity. Graffiti hated it when people looked at him like they knew how awful his life was. But it was a disjointed knowingness. They would sigh and coo and complain to their friends how awful it was that he and his ‘kind’ was stuck on the street, yet they were so content with their comfortable lives that they couldn’t be bothered to get off their arses and help the starving kids. Graffiti counted this as a blessing, however, because he was an independent bugger and he didn’t want help from anyone.
Humming tunelessly, he ran his tongue across his teeth, tasting stale tar and built up plaque. The street kids definitely had the worst teeth in Brighton. “You oughta be careful who gets in you, Holz,” he smirked, “The Southerners are always banging each other’s asses. They’ve all got STDs coming out their ear holes.” Grinning cheekily, he finished off his cigarette and flicked it away, watching it roll - still lit - to the edge of the platform and falling down onto the disused, over grown tracks.
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