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Post by ghostpunk23 on Jan 2, 2008 21:01:33 GMT -5
Ghost hissed hoarsely under her breath she clutched her guitarcase close to her chest as the rain pelted hard off her back, it was so cold it hurt, she grit her teeth as her mohawk flopped over her face and the hairspray stung at her eyes mixing with the rain. She saw a warehouse in the distance, pretty old she could barely hear the music being played over the orchestra of the rain pelting off the ground and shoulders and her heart thumping in her chest.
She approached a rusty door - looked like it may have been a fire escape at some point, being as tired, hungry and a little drunk she had no energy, she clawed desperately at the handle to no avail, taking a step back and inhaling deeply she took a running kick at the door, it swung open - must've been real old...
Ghost staggered in her head spinning, used up too much energy? No. Must be the alcohol, it's got to be.
"Just a little further..."
Her head was pounding so loud she couldn't hear anything, there was faint music... getting dimmer and dimmer, Ghost collapsed to the floor, unable to go any further.
Punk's Not Dead...
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 3, 2008 3:18:46 GMT -5
Jack frowned slightly, slipping his guitar strap from over his head. He cut off his amp, glancing at his band mates.
“You guys hear that?”
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Post by Rose Karter on Jan 3, 2008 20:20:32 GMT -5
Rose stopped playing, her fingers lightly touching the strings of her bass. "I think I heard something." She sniffed the air lightly. "You guys smell booze and hairspray?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 3, 2008 20:45:32 GMT -5
“Yeah,” Jack wrinkled his nose slightly, setting his guitar down and going to investigate.
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Jan 11, 2008 4:53:17 GMT -5
Ghost stirred on the floor, the taste of blood in her mouth, she screwed up her face in disgust and spat the blood against the wall, she'd obviously hit her face when she collapsed, she pulled herself up and sat against a wall, she fumbled for a cigarette lighting it clumsily...
The music had stopped, but Ghost hadn't really noticed her head was spinning, she drank from her hip-flask which had some kind of whisky in it. She swore under her breath as she exhaled her cigarette in a manner of disbelief, guess she was just happy to get out the rain.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 11, 2008 23:59:57 GMT -5
Jack stumbled through the warehouse, his eyes having trouble adjusting to the darkness. The scent of blood hit him all at once and combined with the smoke and booze he could only think of one person.
“Cassie?”
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Jan 15, 2008 17:41:26 GMT -5
Ghost raised her head woozily, the sound of another voice sounded so unfamiliar, physically unable to get up she stayed on the cold floor. She attempted to sniff the air, but the blood in her nose stifled any scent. She took a slow draw from her cigarette her head inbetween her knees.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 17, 2008 23:27:51 GMT -5
Jack let out a suspiciously thankful sigh as he got closer because while smoke, booze, and blood were pretty much Cassandra’s trade marks, the smoke wasn’t from Virginia slims and the booze was definitely something stronger than watermelon Smirnoff. Still, that meant that a strange ‘wolf was on his pack’s turf and that didn’t sit well with him, especially since Eva was around. The red hot cherry of the cigarette caught his eye and he edged closer, eyeing the stranger.
“Who’re you?”
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Jan 18, 2008 15:04:43 GMT -5
Ghost was startled, being as weak as she was she could barely lift her flask nevermind get up.
"Who wants to know?"
Her voice was hoarse and rough, she took another draw of her cigarette closely followed by a swig out of her flask.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 18, 2008 23:24:40 GMT -5
“I don’t think that really matters, seeing as you’re the one that’s drunk and trespassing.” Jack growled.
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Jan 19, 2008 7:59:51 GMT -5
Ghost spat some blood on the floor.
"You seen the weather out there? I'm looking for a place to spend the night man."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 19, 2008 22:27:15 GMT -5
Jack looked her over again, still frowning. “You can’t sleep here.”
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Jan 20, 2008 17:06:06 GMT -5
Ghost grimaced, knowing she'd over-stayed her welcome. Woozily she attempted to stand up, her legs turned to mush and she crashed to the floor again, she swore heavily, rubbing her face with her fore-arm leaving a blood smear down her arm and across her cheek.
"Give us a couple of minutes eh?"
She looked up at the man towering above her, her eyelids were getting heavy and she got that numb sensation tingling all throughout her body.
"What's your name any way?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 20, 2008 20:38:13 GMT -5
“Jack.” He flinched as she fell, reaching for her but pulling away at the last second. “And I mean you can’t sleep here because the rats’ll eat you alive. You can sleep one of our houses.”
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Jan 22, 2008 11:44:25 GMT -5
Ghost nodded lazily, her words slurred.
"Jack... thanks Jack - you don't need to do that..."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 24, 2008 21:54:13 GMT -5
"You didn't need to get drunk," He grumbled lowly. "But here we are."
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 30, 2008 3:15:07 GMT -5
"Hey guys, Sorry I'm la-- !" Eva was rushing through the rain, arms laden with gracery bags from her store run, the reason she was late to the group's practice. In fact, the sudden urge for a box of tomatoes had hit her, and she'd obediantly run to the store around the corner from the warehouse, probably buying a few more things than were storctly necessary
"Geeze, can't I leave for 5 minutes without something happening?!" she sighed, plunking her bags on the ground and kneeling down, reaching towards Ghost. "There, you lie there for a few minutes.... Jack, I need your shirt for bandages, she's hurt."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 30, 2008 16:53:05 GMT -5
Jack grumbled as he pulled his shirt off, wishing he’d thought to bring his hoodie. If he had a dollar for everything he had to give up his shirt to a drunk girl…
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 30, 2008 19:39:38 GMT -5
"You're all scraped up..." Eva said softly, taking Jack's shirt and frowning gently at Ghost. "Ill take care of you... alright?"
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Feb 4, 2008 8:24:20 GMT -5
Ghost brought her eyes up to Eva's and nodded,
"Thanks."
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