``ON A WHIM

[elizabeth sirena hughes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #26413d solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I know its not the same deal but at least we were both here The Lyrics: "on a whim" by the flying machines The Outfit: here Tagged: ruby/ryan The Notes: so late, i am lame --- ISN'T FUNNY HOW EVEN IF things are not so bad at the moment, they can still feel crappy because you remember the shit that happened in the past? How even the smallest moments in your life can come back and haunt your mind? Right now, Liz was clean and clear as far as the law was concerned. She had confessed to her crimes but no one was pressing charges. She confessed to her brothers murder but since he had no official records and there was no body found, she had been cleared of that too. Guess the old saying was right, no body no crime. Plus, she had spoken with an FBI agent who told her that even if what she told him was true, it was clearly a moment of self-defense. that night was still etched into her mind. Liz tried to "borrow" her friends car. Hotwiring it when none other than Riley saw her. He got into the car, and refused to leave her be. Angry and not thinking straight, she just said fuck it and ended up driving to LA with RIley in the car. She forced him to promise her to leave her there. The truth was, Liz wasn't planning on living through that night. She didn't have anything to live for anyways now that her only real brother was dead. But while Darren was attacking her, Riley didn't do as he promised and he intervened. The poor guy was almost killed that night, but was saved when Liz, without thinking, grabbed Darren's own gun and shot him. She killed her own brother. --- LATER that night, things really took a turn for the worse for her. Her dad put out a hit on her name, after all darren was the first born. But guilt was tearing her apart so when her other brother, Orion showed up to kill her, she wasn't even going to fight it. To her surprise, he didn't have the heart. He refused and together, them, Donny and Isabel faked her death. Soon their niece Widow, Darren's daughter arrived, she pretended to want to black mail liz but it was found out she was only scared and unhappy and needed a reason they would let her stay. Liz told no one RIley was there. Not even when her guilt pushed her to Confess to the FBI agent Tony Giovanni. But they couldn't do anything, no body was found and by the sounds of it, it was self defense, she still didn't tell anyone about riley. Later tragedy struck once again when Isabel Davis was killed as vengeance for Darren. The guilt nearly killed her. Liz attempted to take her own life but she was saved once again by one Riley turner. But she needed to get out of Valkyrie. She kissed him and left. Not knowing that RIley saw her brother Orion and he told him that Liz was dead. In actuality, Liz and her other rebel!sirens went up north to get Kenny's daughter out of there. While there Widow, a friend of her's named J.R. took off no where. Donny got vengeance for the death of Izzy, and Liz and Orion faced their father. After pleading to what little good was in the crime lord, he took the hit off of her, and told her if he ever saw her again, he would kill her himself. --- BUT that was not what was haunting her mind right now. What was in her mind right now were some of the events leading up to Darren's assault on her when she was fourteen. She was remembering the moments he took her aside to train her when she was a little kid and how his hand would just fall back a bit too far down her back. She was remembering all the times he would lean in and hold her a bit too long for a brotherly hug. She remembered his smell. She remembered how it felt to be powerless, to be the victim and it was not a feeling she enjoyed. This is when Elizabeth Hughes turned to the gym. Whenever life had gotten her especially stressed or upset or feeling weak, her other brother, Kenny would always pull her outback of the warehouse the Sirens lived in and they would practice their sparring. They would got at it for an hour or so, release the endorphins and their pure energy the was pent up from all the shit they had to deal with. But now he was gone. It wouldn't be the same with Orion, besides, he was more what they liked to call a Brute fighter. He was more about strength, magnitude, force. He was a street fighter who through his weight and being into a punch. Kenny and Liz were both more agile fighters. They were both black belts, focused more on speed and precision more than pure strength. --- BESIDES, it really was more of a thing for them. Call her selfish but she did not want to share it with Orion. So instead, she went to the gym and every time her fist or leg slams against that punching back, Darren lost just a bit more of his power on her. Even dead he seemed to control who she was. And it didn't seem like she would every fully get over it. But for now, there was Big Jim's Gym and the old beat up punching bag, hanging in the air before her. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ryan]

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[/b] ryan screamed into the phone his big hands clasping around the small piece of technology until the plastic groan in complaint. ryan loosened his hold before he broke the damn thing. that was one less hassle he needed today. it was already a shit day but that always happened towards the end of his more calm days.[/i]

remembering that just meant he needed to hit something...hard. usually at times like these ryan would gear up for the night. he would pack up his duffel bag with his fighting gear, he'd shower, he'd stretch and maybe even warm up a bit all in an effort to pass the time until night fell and he'd be able to go to the makeshift ring and beat away his frustrations. but that wasn't an option right now. he was too keyed up. it was like the feeling he got after missing a night when he just knew he should have gone to a fight. like telling himself that he could overcome it was enough. as if he could will himself into some kind of placid state. well that just wasn't going to be happening. there was too much anger and frustration here and all because of something ryan couldn't solve.

after all though his father was completely unstable he was by all definitions healthy as a horse. the screws may be loose in his head but his heart was still ticking away, his lungs were perfectly healthy, his liver a little lackluster but otherwise completely functional. there was nothing about his father that could be determined to be unhealthy except for that godforsaken brain of his. there was nothing else he could do about him than to wait for him to disintegrate and waste away to nothing. was it sad that he thought of his own flesh and blood in this way? yeah probably. ryan was pretty sure that if anyone knew his father was still alive that they'd look down on him for shutting his father away in a mental ward and leaving him in the care of strangers but ryan's father had long been missing in his life not to mention the fact that his father was no longer there. the only thing that remained in that familiar body was a jumble of thoughts, words, and fairy tales. the tellings of a crazy person. that wasn't ryan's father anymore.

of course ryan couldn't accurately describe his father in the first place. the man had never been there. he'd always been away trying to give his family a life they couldn't afford. he was always gone on trips and whatnot trying to make his family look like they were more than just middle class citizens. what was the saying? you can't polish a turd? not to say that ryan's family hadn't been great. his mother had been a wonderfully beautiful person and had made his childhood completely memorable, but they would never be members of some country club. they weren't destined for that life. but ryan's father thought that it was some kind of social standing that they'd needed and as such he'd been a no show in ryan's life. was he now just supposed to forget all of that and support this madman? it just wasn't something ryan could come to terms with enough to handle. least of all right now.

now moments like these called for some serious tension relievers. sadly enough there was no one in his bed. that tended to at least alleviate the emotions he was so used to feeling, even if it did make him come across as a grade-A jackass. but you couldn't say that he wasn't good to the women who breezed in and out of his life. he just didn't want commitments. he didn't want some other innocent person to witness the life that he had nor deal with what it was possible he would turn into as a grown ass man. because for everyone out there who said that it didn't have to be that the son turned into the father, they also said something regarding the sins of the father falling onto the son. everything was contradictory and everything could be avoided as long as there was no specific person in his life that was really going to fuck that up. so as long as that was avoided everyone else would be happy. it wasn't like he was some golden goose or anything. ryan harper was no catch. he was the type you wanted to use for a good time but never the type you wanted to introduce to your family. how in the hell would that go anyways. "hey dad this is my boyfriend. no he's not employed but he beats people up for a living." oh yeah he could the the parade of happy parents as we speak.

he liked his space anyways. as much as he enjoyed his company there was no one in the world he wanted to subject to his edginess. there was no one who needed to see him at his worst because it wasn't pretty. he didn't like either that he couldn't find some other outlet other than laying fists to something. it wasn't fun to know that the only way you could feel some peace was to literally beat the tension out. just another one of the many reasons why he shouldn't be with anyone or next to anyone for long periods of time. he'd never laid his hands on anyone before but at the same time he'd never taken the risk to see if it was possible that he'd hurt another person. he didn't want to risk it. god forbid he lose it one night and toss some girl halfway across the room of his apartment. it wasn't fair to anyone else to put them through his hell. he liked to consider himself relatively controlled despite the person he appeared to be on the outside but really he didn't know. he'd never been pushed to that point with anyone else around. it was just safer for everyone not involved, as it should be, to go about the way he lived life now.

that was one of the many reasons why ryan was at big jim's gym, aptly named. or just plain screwy. take your pick. or more so was the reason why he'd been here for nearly an hour and a half. bare chested, his sweats hanging low on his hips as they usually did. it was his usual regimen except for, well, the location, the amount of time spent, and the fact that he was even working out to begin with. ryan wasn't some start athlete. he didn't take up this life for the fame or fortune promised with the life of a pro. he didn't expect to be going anywhere. he fought when he needed to, practiced if he had to, but ryan wasn't necessarily one to do his stuff in public. he had a set of weights at home and he did his routine there but not being able to hit the underground last night and having too long to wait for it now just made all the difference. maybe a month-long membership wouldn't kill him right? they had more stuff here than ryan had at his place anyways.

he'd been up at the bag for a while now, working his punches on the full length sandbag that attached by chains at both the ceiling and the floor but that didn't keep it from swinging wide with each punch. the kid was gifted but he wasn't marketing for some scout or something to find him and make him a star. no all he wanted was to vent and that was working pretty successfully right now. sandbags didn't bleed and they didn't grunt in pain when he landed a blow but it was better than nothing and regardless his frustrations were lessening with every passing punch. the morning's revelations had brought him here to this point, his blond hair matted with sweat and falling into his face as he landed blow after blow until his arms were nothing but jello. and just like that the thirst was momentarily quenched. just like that ryan could see the world fading back into the picture which included a few big guys who looked at him with impressed expressions on their faces. he was a new guy who'd just waylayed one of the punching bags like he had something bogging him down. apparently letting all that go warranted some appreciation. go figure.

ryan walked over to his things, the world finally coming back into focus around him as he pulled the tape from around his wrists, freeing his hands. he could hear all the grunts and the clanging sound of metal and from somewhere behind him the lighter, breathier tone that was distinctly female. hmm, wasn't there some ladies' room in the back? more likely that that was a room dedicated to those petite little things that didn't like sweating in front of men. this one? not so much. ryan dug out his water bottle and squirted a small stream into his mouth before he turned to the source. huh...cute. had issues clearly because she liked to lay into that punching bag same as he did. ah kindred spirits. ryan walked over to the woman, laying the cool water bottle on his neck as he toweled off his hair, disheveling it more than it was already disheveled. "nice form."[/b] he said appreciatively as he watched her punch, eying where she landed her blows as opposed to doing something completely barbarian like staring at her breasts or the cute way her ass swung as she put everything into her hits. "you lose yourself to it too much though. whatever it is, you'll throw yourself off balance. then whoever's ass your kicking will get the upper hand."[/b] he said with a smirk. [/div]

1,718, outfit, TAG: LIZ.

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