life is hard and then you die
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Jul 20, 2016 19:16:04 GMT
Post by Comic on Jul 20, 2016 19:16:04 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]an alarm she had never heard was going off, and it was drilling right into her budding migraine. with a loud groan, she rolled on her futon, seeing the glint of sunlight through one of her windows and shades and instantly wincing up. the second of pain was enough to make her rethink this whole endeavor as her hand moved to the table in front of her and began to blindly beat around for the phone. she found it, grasping and pulling it over and trying to flick the alarm off. something felt off, but she didn't quit register it until a minute later, when her eyes adjusted to the idea of being awake. with a grunt, she pulls herself upright, pulling hair from her face and feeling the thick taste of alcohol in her mouth from the night before. wherever she had been, she drank a lot, and she feels it. as marisa looks around, she realizes her phone is not her own. it wasn't her simple, plain phone; it explains the alarm, and she tries to flick open the phone to find anything out in her wakeup haze and dials the first number that pops up. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by capstone on Jul 22, 2016 1:41:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","lucyskyd"] [attr="class","lucymoond"]281 words / for Comic / loooooord | [attr="class","lucywhisperd"]whisper |
[attr="class","lucystarsd"]Slumbering deep into the folds of his bed, arms weighted like rocks as they slumped against the pillows, an unfamiliar jingle roused him back to consciousness. An alarm was supposed to wake him up around this time, so still foggy with sleep, his arm managed to slap the chirping phone off his nightstand and straight onto the carpeted floor in an elegant display of grace and control. The phone continued to jingle in muffled protest beneath the crumpled mess of the previous day's clothes on the floor. [break][break]
It. Didn't. Stop. Head. Pounding. Repeating. [break][break]
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His arm sunk to the side of the bed and fished the phone into his grasp. With a dazed yawn, his senses started to return to him as he stared at the blinking phone screen that stated 'unknown caller' instead of his usual 'WAKE THE FUCK UP' alarm and the 'DON'T HIT SLEEP YOU DROWSY FUCKER' alarm that would soon turn on 5 minutes later. The number on the screen looked familiar for some reason, so without putting too much thought into it, he answered with a tired crack in his voice.[break][break]
"Mmhpmhf...Yellow?" He started to stretch in his bed, one arm raised as high as it could go as his back cracked louder than a bowl of rice crispies. [break][break]
He made a sideways glance towards the slender clock on his nightstand; 7:30AM, it stated in firm red text. He had class in an hour, and judging from the scent of alcohol and sweaty body odor on his sheets, he was going to need to squeeze in a shower for this one. [break][break] [attr="class","lucysund"]  [attr="class","lucyspaced"] [attr="class","lucywcredit"]MADE BY LUCY OF WW[newclass=.lucyskyd]background-color: #333; width: 350px; padding: 15px; border-top: 4px solid #EDECEC;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucymoond]font-family: arial; font-weight: 700; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; width: 350px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #EDECEC; position: relative; margin-top: 5px; background: #333; padding: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucymoond a]font-family: arial; font-weight: 700; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucywhisperd]font-family: arial; font-weight: 700; font-size: 70px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; width: 350px; letter-spacing: -5px; color: #FC995E; margin-left: -180px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucystarsd]overflow: auto; height: 170px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 10px 0px 10px; color: #EDECEC; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; line-height: 13px; [/newclass] [newclass=.lucystarsd::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color: #e7e7e7; width: 9px; height: 9px; border: 4px solid #333;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucystarsd::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #EDECEC; border: 3px solid #333;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucysund]width: 80px; height: 80px; border-radius: 100%; margin-bottom: -50px; margin-right: 30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucysund img]width: 80px; height: 80px; border-radius: 100%; border: 15px solid #333;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucyspaced]background-color: #FC995E; width: 380px; height: 25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucywcredit]font-size: 9px; font-family: calibri; opacity: 0.6; text-align: right; width: 380px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lucywcredit a]font-size: 9px; font-family: calibri;[/newclass] |
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life is hard and then you die
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Jul 24, 2016 21:12:57 GMT
Post by Comic on Jul 24, 2016 21:12:57 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]theres an answer, and marisa pauses. "who the fuck is this," she begins, her voice cracking from disuse, "and where is my phone." there isnt as much of a threat behind, just a vulgar mouth thats tending to a growing ache in her entire upper body. by this time she is sitting upright, proper, leaning forward to ease some of the ache; it was easier if her hair blocked off the light as best it could. the throb-throb-throb was growing and her patience was going to wear thin at this point, but she was stuck waiting for a reply rather than stumbling around her apartment to throw herself into a shower. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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