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Post by ELI DANIEL ACKERMAN on Feb 10, 2010 17:57:16 GMT -5
  WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS."Come down now," they'll say.
His mother had asked him to visit for dinner. What a disaster. He had left his laundry there, which means he would need to go back. Fuck...
At least it was a nice night. Well, nice enough. How did that song he liked go again? 'A beautiful night for being lonely'. That's definately what he was. Lonely. Eli didn't even have Duncan with him tonight. The dog was impressive; of everyone he had ever met, Duncan was the only one who could 1. sleep comfortably curled into a ball half his original size, and 2. sleep at all with people screaming across the house at eachother. Eli cleared his throat in a subtle way, knowing some of the disgusting sounds people could make with their vocal chords (despite being alone, with no people around to disgust). Having taken part in the screaming, he was a bit hoarse; it was a big house to shout across. Let sleeping dogs lie. That was the rule, and Eli took it into consideration when fumbling for his car keys and slamming the back door behind him.
Eli hadn't been able to deal with Dan anymore, which wasn't uncommon. Over the past few months especially, he had burned up more gas than ever before with all the drives he took after the visits. He didn't know what he would do if he wasn't staying at school. Grocery store, that had been his excuse. He had ripped the slim piece of paper from the refrigerator and stuffed it into his pocket when he went out the door. That's another thing that had changed within the past few months: the small family never seemed to run out of anything food-wise. It was because Dan got extra irritable this late at night, and the grocery store was the innocent part of this town open all hours of the day and night. The list of food was small and petty, some items impatiently underlined, meaning Dan wanted them. Those that were circled and underlined meant he really wanted them. Eli knew he was going to "accidentally" forget a lot of them.
Mainly because the grocery store wasn't the point. The grocery store was never the point. Whenever he needed to get out of the house, immidiately, he used the grocery store as a cover and took a walk under the stars. Something he never really did, considering he was a runner, and never walked when he could run, and considering that he was an only child and his mother was more than nervous about murderers and kidnappers roaming the streets. Truthfully, the city had made Eli the same way, which means it was stupid of him to be trekking through dimly-lighted park in the middle of the night, after all, he could trekk through the well-lighted streets around the Cinema Boulevard and club Kaleidascope just as easily. Hell, he could trekk through the grocery store. But there was something about the night air that calmed the boy.
He had taken his walk, contemplated using the one lonely cigarette he had stolen from Dan a ways back, then decided if the night wasn't enough to settle his frustration a cigarette wouldn't either, and headed back to his car. It was close to three o'clock now, and even a peaceful town like this had cops. And at the annoying age of seventeen, Eli was still subject to curfew. And so he started the car and headed away from the park (making sure he checked the backseat for any kidnappers before leaving.) With his foot firmly holding the brake pedal, the boy suddenly felt a tearing emotion close to depression. A night for being lonely, it seemed that stage had passed. He needed someone to talk to. Someone other than the stars in the sky. Maybe he would swing by the cinema anyways.
The boy had just pulled into the street when the car gave a grand sputter, an exceptionally ugly noise, enough of one to cause Eli to pull over on the side of the road, as he knew what that sound meant. That was Noise #4. And of all the problematic noises, #4 was the worst. Kind of like someone's soul was dying, throwing up, and scratching its especially long nails across a chalkboard simultaneously. The old Skyliner looked brand new: a still-retractable white hood (rare for its age) and a sparkling cherry-red body, the car was practically Grease Lightning. Except for the engine. Much unlike the famous, powerful, street-racing greaser car, Eli's sputtered and coughed at him at the most unintelligible times. Like now, when he simply wanted to find someone else in this world, just one person. Of course, Eli could merely drive cars, fixing them wasn't anywhere near in his range of talents. The car had cost him nothing, as it was a present from Dan's grandchild-loving, richer-than-God parents, despite the fact that Eli was technically not their grandchild. Maybe that's why the car was so great but the engine was so useless: he was only an almost-grandchild to them.
Eli let out a sigh and got out of the car, there was nothing he could do other than pop the hood, stare at the mess of machinery and hope someone driving by knew their way around the inside of a car. From what he could tell, the engine wasn't letting out intimidating smoke like it did when the car made Noise #2, the most uncommon and severe of the problems, and nothing was obviously out of place like Noise #5 situations. Noise #'s 1 and 3 had something to do with a shortage of gas and oil, or so he thought. Noise #4 was the tricky one that had given him no clues. The car was so impressive, and when the engine decided it was feeling good, it showed. Now, however, it was embarrassing, he almost didn't want anyone to stop by. But that was a huge lie, he needed human contact, needed it. He refused to go to crawling back to his house and retrieve his laundry knowing the last person he would speak to was Dan.
"Awesome," Eli muttered, tolerance level shrinking. Now he needed someone for reasons other than throwing a rope down the pit of despair to drag him out. In his loneliness, the boy was stranded. Leaning against the side of his car, his eyes watched the street closely. For any sign of headlights or footsteps. Anyone who could save him one mental breakdown and an auto repair bill. At least it was a nice night. [/blockquote][/color]
EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY."Come down now," but we'll stay.[/font]
STATUS; complete.[/size] WORDCOUNT; 1,095.[/size] TAGGED; open.[/size] JAMS; beautiful night -- burden brothers.[/size] NOTES; eli is just about as socially deprived as his rper right now xP.[/size][/center] |
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Post by PANDORA HEMERA ALASTOR on Feb 12, 2010 13:35:17 GMT -5
  ••• the way you make me feelwill never leave my mind ••• ••• 2010, 3:00am, cool, clear, cinema parking lot•••
light filtered through the blinds in the disgusting motel. stains in the carpet mimicked the stains on the bed where she had laid just a few moments ago. most of her clothing removed except her white thigh high stockings and the tall high heels she wore. the tallest she could wear without completely breaking an ankle if she tripped one step. though that was never a problem, she knew these streets too well already, she was their daughter. the product of an malfunctioning family hierarchy and crippling sexual abuse. so this pathetic scene, a sixteen year old grasping nearly two hundred dollars for her sexual deeds toward a man that could pass as her father, was just a typical night for the sophomore girl. not the first, and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last until the day she could move her and than toward a better future. which in her opinion was anywhere else but the streets of Brooklyn or even the streets of summer set. though summer set was a better option than the projects in Brooklyn where she had to carry a gun and being raped was like the family was sitting down to dinner at night. all in all, she just wanted to get out of this rut of sleeping with men every night and then hauling her ass out of bed when school was starting the next day. she wanted normalcy for once, whatever that was.
her nipples hardened in the cool air of the room. gooseflesh breaking out over her svelte diaphragm as she closed her eyes and hugged herself. she only knew the time because she had asked the former client what time it was as he dressed and she laid back on the bed. she was craving a shower at the moment, but even though it was three o' clock in the morning, she could still have some clientele looking for a quicky before their wife woke up in the morning. that's what made Pandora feel the worst, the feeling that she was the reason for eighty percent of divorces in this town. she also had her own abortion percentage at the hospital also. smirk covered her pretty face as she shook her head and opened her eyes, nothing changed, she still saw only black as Pandora sighed into the surrounding zephyr. heels silent on the grungy carpet as she walked to the bathroom where she had previously laid out her skirt, button down top, thong, and bra. one of the outfits she used when she needed an extra boost in payment for the night. for some reason, the guys loved the scandalous sexy school girl outfit. she had even gone the length to put her hair into curly pigtails, considering Than needed a new pair of shoes since his were getting holes in the soles. and she knew her mom wouldn't do anything to help Than or herself financially. she didn't even have enough money to support herself.
sliding her thong back on, the normal ache was beginning to fade. flooding from between her legs in undulates down her well-muscled thighs and into her chiseled calf's. she scrunched her toes, savoring the feeling, like a shock wave to the impactive orgasm she had just experienced. sex wasn't all that bad, she quite enjoyed it actually. but the reason she did it, and the way it was performed was considered dirty. she was soiled property. but that's what her clientele basis wanted, a soiled little whore. but she was different, she was the whore of summer set, south Carolina. strapping her bra around her slender back, she threw the button down shirt over her skinny physique. leaving the buttons open enough to give them a decent view of her chest and abit of bra sticking out as to seem cocky. she was cocky, and people weren't exactly her greatest forte. she was typically anti-social, and very few times she broke the pact she made with herself to keep everyone as if they were another client. no reason to get connected, people left too fast. or they overstayed their welcome.
the night had gotten much colder than when she had went in. shivering abit in her thin long sleeved button down, Pandora hugged herself as she carried her shoes in her hands. across town wasn't far, considering the town was small to begin with. and it wasn't too dangerous, besides, the worse she could be asked for would have been sex anyways. so with her heels banging at her lower thighs, Pandora continued down the same dirty sidewalk she worked every night. humming softly to herself an unidentified tune as she continued, the night was silent as she lost herself in the reverie and the happiness at the wad pressing into her breast in her bra. she had indeed earned her way tonight, but she had started abit earlier since she had departed from the blue moon. everyone knew she worked after school there, and then worked into the night as a prostitute. it was her life, and in the morning she would see Than off to school and then rush into first period barely on time. but she would provide for her brother, no matter how many hours she had to work the streets or the little humming cafe. no matter if she had to steal from mark because he was a douche face anyways and was probably high on his own stock ninety percent of the time. she would become something better than her mother had planned her to be.
the sound of a car was odd in the nearly eerie desolation that accompanied her on her walk home. her thighs hurt, and her stomach rumbled for food that wouldn't be there when she went home. so what was the point? she just had to be home in time to see Than off, but otherwise, she was pretty much home free. no one expected her home, Than expected her in the morning, but the rest of society could have cared less where the sophomore was headed to at such a late hour. so in her moment of rebellious nature, she took a turn and meandered into the parking lot of the cinema. someplace she knew well, many of the rich kids enjoyed to find her here on a Saturday night for some booze and a little fun at their place. and as her feet continued toward the sound of a hood being popped, and some fluid and colorful language from the young man in front of her, she couldn't help but allow a crooked smirk to dance across her thin lips. eyebrow arching as she set down her shoes, aware and yet unaware that she was approaching someone. he could have been a murderer for all she knew, though by the aura he presented, he obviously needed help. "engine troubles?'
tagged • eli daniel ackerman
lyrics • think of you later - every avenue
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Post by ELI DANIEL ACKERMAN on Feb 12, 2010 21:03:36 GMT -5
WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS."Come down now," they'll say.
So, recap of this lovely situation. Eli was alone. He was devestatingly alone, and with every passing minute he felt more and more deprived of social contact. His frustration-curing walk hadn't been successful, and he was more frustrated than ever. He needed someone to talk to, someone to a. listen to his thoughts, b. get his mind off everything, or c. all of the above. He wouldn't find that at home. Oh well, things could be worse. At least he wasn't stranded by the park at three in the morning with a broken car and a mere fifteen dollars and seventy-five cents in his pockets. Oh, wait... Somewhere the one stray cat of Summerset let out its infamous yowl. The only other being in the night. No, it wasn't all that great of a situation to be in. Infact, he cursed quietly to himself about how much the situation sucked. The boy was staring intently at the road in front of him, looking for anything. Headlights, people, dogs, police, absolutely anyone. Which was why Eli was surprised he didn't see or hear the approaching girl.
Really, he was just surprised in general. All he knew was the mess of the car in front of him, the empty road in his range of vision, the cat in the back alley, and suddenly a voice was to be heard behind him. With a small yelp he quickly spun around to face his company, finding it was not a mugger or the cat or some other terrible being of the night, but a girl he was positive he had seen roaming the halls at his school (though he wasn't in the clear yet, the nightlife of students proved to be quite unexpected on occasion, still, Eli felt that both he and his wallet were safe from the potential wrath of the girl before him). Wide-eyed with shock, Eli shook the surprise from his mind. "Sorry..." he started, a bashful sort of smile crossing his face. "You sort of snuck up on me there..." Ah. Yes. He would know that smirk anywhere. This was the second barista at the Blue Room. It only made sense that those who worked at a coffee shop were up late at night. He found himself giving a similar smirk, one of amusement.
That's right. He was smiling now, in the middle of his misery and deprivation. Half because of common courtesy, and half because karma had compensated. He was still stranded in the middle of the night with a broken car and nearly sixteen dollars, but he wasn't alone anymore. So, step one: find someone else facing the dangers of the night. Check. What was step two? Eli had no idea, but regardless, he saw the light in the girl's arrival. Now he wasn't waiting through the night so he could go home and retrieve the unfortunate laundry. Even if this wasn't by any means a conversation to help his mind escape the suffocating thoughts of home, at least he had found someone to help him with the car troubles. At least, he hoped she could, instead of leaving him stranded to sleep in his car... Because there was no doubt, to save his pride the boy would most definately set up camp in the passenger's seat. Eli almost wanted to ask why she was out at this ungodly hour, but he hadn't yet told her his answer.
Engine troubles. That is a good question, how could he answer that one? "I, um... Yeah, a little bit." It didn't take a genius to realize that terrible noise couldn't be uttered by the tongue of a human. Eli took a glance at the car from the corner of his eye. What had he done to it? He had tried to start it, but apparently that had been too much to ask for. "It's kind of prehistoric..." he began, knowing that he was stating the obvious. "And I say that because it sounds like a dinosaur," Eli secretly hoped she had heard some other terrible noises that emitted from some other nearby motor engine, rather than his own. But who was he kidding? Of course she had heard his. Everyone in the general tri-state area heard it. In the middle of the forest small deer and rabbits stopped eating grass and lifted their heads to listen. "I don't think it gets any worse than it is right now." It didn't seem likely, nor did it seem possible. "But then again I haven't tried the windsheild wipers in a while." No matter his mood, Eli was always able to make a joke when a girl was present. Especially a pretty girl. That's right, he had noticed. He noticed when he wondered what sort of evil was awaiting him next time he tried to clean his windsheild.
"I'm Eli," he introduced himself, hoping that maybe this conversation would last longer if she knew his name. "You don't happen to have a functioning car and a pair of jumper cables hiding in your pocket, do you?" It was then that he let his eyes (who had been killing him in anticipation) take a brief glance at the girl's body, finding that she had no pockets. But why did he need to find pockets again? It was all behind him. With amazing will-power, he met her eyes again soon after. He may have to find out which shift this barista took. [/blockquote][/color]
EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY."Come down now," but we'll stay.[/font]
STATUS; complete.[/size] WORDCOUNT; 929.[/size] TAGGED; pandora.[/size] JAMS; shine a light -- wold parade.[/size] NOTES; naw, your's is fine. i'm sorry about mine ><' next one will be better, i promise.[/size][/center] |
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Post by PANDORA HEMERA ALASTOR on Feb 12, 2010 22:43:53 GMT -5
••• you were everything bad for memake no apologies ••• ••• 2010, 3:00am, cool, clear, cinema parking lot•••
she momentarily recognized the gooseflesh that pricked at her skin. it traveled across the exposed plateau of her stomach. the well-defined four pack of muscle chiseled with a slight tan to her originally painfully white epidermis. traveling up her arms and sending little pinpricks through her neck in a mannerism of uncomfortable sensations. she hated being cold, if she was hot, she could put her hair up and take off more clothes in the warmth of the sun. fry in her dingy backyard until her nipples blushed an obnoxious red color and Than was calling to her to come into the house for some varying reason or another. Or go to the community pool, where she had indeed taken the joy in sun bathing topless. not that it mattered to anyone around her, the women just scowled and the men drooled with pathetic erections. it was amazing how dirty a forty year old man could be, but if he put food on the table for both Than and her, he could be eighty and she wouldn't much complain about it.
she softened the harsh smirk, nearly mocking that covered her pretty features. there was no need to prey on him. it was three am and the two were conversing in the middle of a dirty cinema parking lot. the fact was that he was actually speaking to her, for when most people saw the defiant swing in her hips and the pursed nature of her lips they jetted off before she could follow their aura and hunt them down for all they're worth. but they were strangers, as far as she knew, she had no capability of seeing the handsome boy in front of her, though she was much too worn to go all lioness on him tonight. so as an actual smile lit her beautiful lips, she chuckled as she felt his aura heat and the zephyr tensed with embarrassment. shaking her head, she patted his slightly stubbled cheek with almost an affection before speaking with a soft purr to her lyrics. "don't worry honey, I'm not gonna bite." letting her hand trail down from his cheek and onto the side of his neck, she felt the heat begin to rise slightly before she removed her sensitive pads from his burning flesh.
turning toward the car, she walked to the hood. unbuttoning her white t-shirt to expose her chest to the air. black bra holding her breasts in, though in the chill she could feel her nipples erect in immediate reaction to the chill as she rolled her muscular shoulders and wrapped the shirt around her hand. fingertips working through the parts of the engine, she had a feeling by the sound what was wrong, though she could be wrong. she was working on mere sensation, on mere familiarity of touch and feeling as she listened to him sputter about the age of the car. she wished she could see what color, what shape, what he was talking about. though she saw only black as she continued to fish through the different circuits and piping in the hood. laughing abit at his joke as she pursed her lips in an musing manner and continued to grip several parts of the piping. "mm, funny too? looks like i got lucky meeting you here tonight."
she knew she was giving him quite a show with the short skirt which had been baring her ass and thong for a long enough time, she could feel his stare almost want to advert. but she had offered to help and therefore, she would do so. but she wouldn't charge him anything for the free show he was getting. chuckling abit, Pandora stopped her rummaging around abit as she felt his hungry stare ravage her svelte diaphragm. as if he was burning a path in her flesh with his eyes as he in took her current nearly nonexistent attire and thankfully rather attractive physique her mother had cursed her with. "well unless you plan to hook them up to my nipples, I'm going to have to say i don't" she chuckled as she found the problem, twisting a loose hose as she arched her back into the car, leaning on her tip toes to attempt and screw it tighter into the socket. her hair falling into the car abit as she heard him speak his name. "you're the other barista. the pleasure is mine, Eli. I'm Pandora."
sure that she had tightened it as far as she could, Pandora looked to him. the milky haze evident in her gaze as she allowed him a cool smile, her hands wiping themselves as if automatically on her white shirt as she spoke into the air between the two teens. "go ahead, start her up" she hoped that her quick fix was enough, and if it wasn't, then she supposed that she would simply have to try again.
tagged • eli daniel ackerman
lyrics • all again for you - we the kings
clothing • click here
notes • i like yours, its cute. :3
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Post by ELI DANIEL ACKERMAN on Feb 13, 2010 17:50:49 GMT -5
WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS."Come down now," they'll say.
It wasn't like Eli to slip up when it came to his witty replies. Often times those close to him could tell he wasn't feeling well when he skipped a beat or two. He was obviously very upset when he let a statement hit him in the face and not even attempt at a clever response. But usually when he was flustered, he could still maintain a composure that allowed him to crack a joke when appropriate. And now was definately appropriate. So why the hesitation? There was a hand on his cheek. A beautiful hand, belonging to a beautiful girl. It took him off-guard, and it seemed to take his words, too. The gesture was simple, he knew that almost immediatly. However, any physical contact from an attractive girl at this time of night could easily be mistaken for something suggestive. Within half a second Eli's first assumptions were tamed and destroyed: she's the other barista. You need to keep a professional, working relationship. And they were forgotten.
But it took him another second or two to reply to her velvety words: "don't worry honey, I'm not gonna bite." Her fingertips explored a bit, finding their way to the nape of his neck. One. Two. Three seconds later and Eli was finally back to his old self. Infact, it was a more alert self. "Oh, well that's a relief," he joked, carrying on a conversation as he would with any average-looking person during the daylight hours rather than this odd circumstance. "I mean, most people don't," he continued his voice lined with a playful sarcasm. "But every so often when you let your guard down..." He trailed off, letting her thoughts fill the rest in for her. The words had a double meaning, obviously. It was a mental note that read: Eli, letting your guard down will cause gaps in the conversation, and gaps are the worst. Well, that was a lie. Your car breaking down on such a chilly night was the worst.
But getting it fixed? That was the best. No, that was a lie, too. Getting your car fixed by a beautiful girl who fed your ego by complimenting your sense of humor was the best. Eli was beaming. For more than one reason, really. You see, it was quite the view for the sharp blue eyes as the girl leaned into the mess of machinery. But perhaps she wanted it to be. Still, Eli managed to keep his eyes focused on what she was doing to his car; after all, the Skyliner had a beautiful body, too. It was hard, but not that hard, the boy wanted to know how he could fix his car. The snaking pipes and intimidating gears was all just a series of complicated nothingness to the boy, but the girl's hands seemed to know what they were doing. Maybe. Eli was sure he had found every possible person who knew how to fix a car in the town, and they all told him he should just retire the Skyliner and get a new one. Eli always replied with a sad sort of smile and four simple words: "But it owns me."
The sad thing about it was the near-truth of the statement: Eli's car owned him more than it was vice versa. Over the year and a half that it had been in his posession, the car had broken down a total of fourty six times. Well, fourty seven now. That was about once every two weeks. With the sensors on the dashboard just a little bit off, the passenger side door making a funny noise when opening, and the radio collapsing on itself not once, not twice, but three times, Eli had paid quite a pretty penny to see all the inconveniences fixed. He didn't keep track, but he was sure he had paid more money than the car was worth, walked a quarter of the driven miles to get help, and nearly crashed enough times to shave a few years off of his life. It was a love-hate relationship between the boy and his car, but it was one Eli couldn't end; in this relationship, he was genuinely whipped.
"well unless you plan to hook them up to my nipples, I'm going to have to say i don't"
That definately quirked an eyebrow. Again, Eli found his words stolen from him. But how could he be surprised? Look at the way the girl was dressed, he should've expected such a comment. Wait... Look at the way she was dressed. Scantily clad. He has been paying too much attention to the car to be sure, but the boy was almost positive she had lost clothes since she had approached him. Eli himself had noted that the nightlife of students was unpredictable, this one had perked his curiosity. He decided it was best to change the subject, stray away from his assumptions. "Are you cold?" he asked, both as a distraction and sincerely. Scantily clad on a chilly night must've been colder than is necessary. Eli himself was quite warm, with his leather jacket on (it made him feel so cool). He was not about to give up his jacket, selfishly it made him feel too awesome. "I think I've got some sweatshirts in the back." Buried somewhere under school books and loose papers. In general, the car was a mess.
Pandora, as she was calling herself now, recognized him as the second barista, seemed to have found the problem faster than Eli could dream of. There was a moment of hesitation, which seemed to be a theme in this conversation, where he contemplated whether or not she was kidding. But, he pulled the keys out of his pocket, climbed into the driver's seat, and attempted to start the car... There was no more noise #4, and it hadn't been replaced with any of the others, it was a nice little purr, the way engines should sound. He joined Pandora outside again, putting the parking brake on beforehand. "Unbelievable, it can't be that easy." Surely meteors were about to fall from the sky and crash through the windsheild of his beloved car. "How did you do that?" [/blockquote][/color]
EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY."Come down now," but we'll stay.[/font]
STATUS; complete.[/size] WORDCOUNT; 1,033.[/size] TAGGED; pandora.[/size] JAMS; from the ritz to the rubble -- arctic monkeys.[/size] NOTES; i hate stopping in the middle of a post, hopefully it didn't throw off my game.[/size][/center][/quote] |
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Post by PANDORA HEMERA ALASTOR on Feb 16, 2010 1:28:16 GMT -5
••• feels like im falling in lovewhen i'm falling to the bathroom floor ••• ••• 2010, 3:00am, cool, clear, cinema parking lot•••
it was as if through those few moments of physical contact she could feel the thoughts whirl within his cranium. what to think of the strange, intoxicating girl and how to handle the effects of her rather bold movement toward his bodice. she could feel the heat of his flesh ravage her fingertips as she explored along his heated skin for a moment. savoring the feeling of his strong jaw and the slight upward curve of his adam's apple through his heated flesh. withdrawing her hands, she nearly craved that heat once more. as if with one touch she needed him again, like some kind of addictive cocaine but Pandora was simply like that.
every touch wasn't merely a touch, but an imprinting upon her slender physique. whether it be sensual, harsh, or exploratory every finger she laid on someone else was recorded within her mind and sorted the person. were they harsh? were they as equally as intoxicating as her? or did they simply urn for her tantalizing touch as she urned for theirs? she wanted the passion and the madness each new personage brought to her. Pandora hated humanity, though she loved meeting everyone of its inhabitants. hypocritical, yes. but she couldn't help the way her mind functioned. how her thought patterns worked and contemplated every action that was made within her dark world. she was only human, and humans weren't meant to make sense. they were meant to question, to reason, a highly intelligent species of monkeys on a rather average star. but because they could think, they could problem solve, they were something very very special indeed.
the smell of motor oil scoured her sensitive nasal canals as she continued to grope through the internal workings of the car and the engine. a loose hose, not too much of a hard fix. not at all. at least she had been able to provide company and help to the boy, considering that he spoke of the car's beauty, but the looseness of some of the bolts and such he obviously had very limited knowledge of the internal workings of the car. it was probably a good thing that she had decided to be supportive of everything she had to do, including repairing cars. though she had to handle it to Than who helped her through the whole process of having her touch the parts and mesmerize the names by the way they felt. sometimes some had numbers, others the actual name on the thick metal. which made it easier, though still incredibly challenging for the completely blind girl.
she had indeed been shaking. though the warmth from the engine warmed her facial features to a rosy pink and a slight sheen of sweat coated her forehead. she didn't mind, she knew she wasn't going to be winning any beauty contests tonight. right now, she was concentrated on fixing his car for him and then the two could both be on their way through the night. besides, it was probably nearly four thirty as the chill grew deeper within her spine. it was always the coldest before it got light. "would you mind if i borrowed one? I'll make sure to leave it in the locker room when you come for your shift" by then she had taken her hand out of the car and was wiping her palms on the striking white of her shirt. she had seven more at home, so trashing one as a rag wasn't too bad. despite everything, she knew Markus would go buy her a new one if push came to shove.
she smiled as he started the car and the engine purred as if a well mannered kitten. obviously she had tamed the wild cat within the sputtery engine of the ancient vehicle. she could feel his stare of disbelief as she chuckled and closed the hood of the car, running a hand through her hair as she worked out some tangles before draping her shirt over her arm and winking slightly. "I'm magical" walking toward him, she took the sweater he was holding out and slipped it over her head. feeling the warmth encircle her body as she closed her eyes, hugging herself as she savored the feeling against her pale flesh before opening the lens and smiling at him. the deadpan expression in her eyes odd as the moon shone off the milky haze. he would flip if he figured out she was completely blind, but she would let him find out that little thing by himself.
tagged • eli daniel ackerman
lyrics • stella - all time low
clothing • click here
notes • suckage mucho grandee. either way, here ya go.♥ hope you like, i kind of powerplayed with the sweater thing, but if you don't like then just ignore.[:
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