˩σʌɛ Ħʋятƨ </3 ||Human Vacation||•Simi-Lit• Always Accepting

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Her eyes widened a bit with curiosity, wondering what he meant by the statement, but didn't question it. She wasn't one to push people on their past, since her own was so hard. She was surprised she had even spoken about her mom after what had happened. But, it had just come out. There was something about Dalton, something that seemed trustworthy. She turned her inquiring gaze back on him, hoping he would explain further about the statement about his mom, but when he didn't, she took in a breath. "Yea, my dad was the same way, just in a bit more of an extreme way..." She, too, didn't explain any further, just opened her palm, looking down at a long, jagged scar on her skin, which had once been a bloody gash, but was now a pale white line forvere reminding her of her past. She closed it back into a fist.

[apathy,]

LOL Music!

: || : Ĵαɢɢɛя Яα-Иαʏ Δи∂ɛяƨσи : || : : || : Ƙʏℓɛ Ѧαяκ βяα∂ℓɛʏ : || :
» Evil girl, seeks someone to kill... « » He's a player! «
» But yet, she is to lazy... unless you p!ss her off. «
» Then shes not. «
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Jagger and Kyle stood in the kitchen still making breakfast. When it was done, of course, only Kyle set the table while Jagger went outside. Breakfast! I didn't poison it! She laughed waking into the house, she sat on the counter, not the type to "eat" that much. She chewed on an apple while Kyle sat down next to her waiting for everyone to come in. They both didn't eat that much, which was bad for both of their health, but Jagger did look nice thin. Right? [lol] Soon, Kyle watched as everyone flooded into the large dinning room..

[Guys! LOL *feels ignored*]

[A. Ham]

Dalton:
"What do you mean?" He asked, a little curious by he statement. Then he thought about it and said, quickly "You don;t have to tell me if you don;t want to." He then looked down at her hand, seeing the small scar. About to question it, he didn;t figuring that it would be best to go one question at a time. Grabbing his ipod, he completely turned it off, figuring having it on would just waste the battery.

[R0be0]

Markus.

Livin’ life in the fast lane, Movin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow down,
Only got a gallon in the gas tank, But I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop now,
I don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride, Just gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I die,
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal,) I’m livin’ life in the fast lane.

I heard the call for breakfast though I didn't move for about another minute or so afterwards. There had been no such thing as meals at my house, just old, and sometimes spoiled take-out. My dad was the only family I had left, and he was a poker-obsessed, gambler, he didn't do anything but drink, and gamble. This gave me the chance to do whatever I wanted at home, and I never got in trouble for anything, even stealing, it's not like I was ever caught or anything. Walking out into the kitchen, and seeing the food I narrowed my eyes, and frowned. "Gah, my dad's barf looks more delicious than this crap."

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She saw him glance down at her hand, quickly placing it in her pcoket, self-concsiously trying to hide the scar, but she knew he'd already seen it. "My dad was... well, a drunk. He would come home, knocking things over, smashing bottles, breaking plates, and screaming his head off, saying things that didn't make any sense. This-" She slowly slid her hand back out, and unfolded it, "-was from a night like that. I was twelve. He was drunk. I heard him smash a bottle, and went downstairs screaming at him to stop, and. Well, he tried to slam me with the beer bottle he had just smashed. I ducked in time, so it only caught on my open palm. And, this happened..." She blinked down at her hand, and closed it somewhat angrily. On another night like that, worse happened. My mom-" She was cut off by the sound of Jagger's voice from back at the house, and looked in that direction. "Oh, uhm, we better head back..." She said, grabbing her handbag, and standing up from the slab of rock, careful no to step into the water.

[A. Ham]

Zaara:
She heard the breakfast bell when it was first called, but she sat there for a minute or two. Finally giving into her stomach's wants, she got up. Walking down the stairs, she saw what was to eat. Scrunching her nose up, she found a simple apple and sat down to eat it, far away from everyone else. This was just how she liked it.

[apathy,]

: || : Ĵαɢɢɛя Яα-Иαʏ Δи∂ɛяƨσи : || : : || : Ƙʏℓɛ Ѧαяκ βяα∂ℓɛʏ : || :
» Evil girl, seeks someone to kill... « » He's a player! «
» But yet, she is to lazy... unless you p!ss her off. «
» Then shes not. «
▶▷ ▶▷ ▶▷ ♥ ♡ ♥ ◀◁ ◀◁ ◀◁

Jagger sat on the counter, soon hearing people walk in. What a d*** She said to Markus's comment. She glared at him before jumping off the counter and going into the living room. Kyle rolled his eyes at Jags and followed her slowly. They both went upstairs, and both into the master bedroom, that was Jags. How do you get the master? Kyle asked sitting on a couch. Cause. I'm more awesome than you! She laughed pushing him off, the loud thud carried through the house. Really? You almost got into a fight. But, i stopped you. He laughed.

((GTG BYE!))

[apathy,]

((Bump? I expected like 15 pages lol. But thanks (:

[R0be0]

{I have like nothing to post.}

[apathy,]

((Markus should flirt with Jags. Just to add a little. Drama ^.^ lol and she called him a d*** but we could scratch that lol.))