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Post by andreocovas on Jul 5, 2011 23:31:19 GMT -6
, andreo xavier valentín covas SO GET UP GET OUT AND COME WITH ME WE'LL
SWING FROM THE BRANCHES OF SWEET GUM TREES
I KNOW IT'S LATE GO WITH ME THERE
WE'LL MEET OUR FRIENDS EVERYWHERE [/sup] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] the pink cheeked, blonde haired waitress was watching him through the corner of her big, brown, banal eyes. he know this because he, in turn, was watching her through the corner of his own eye. it amused him, but he curbed his urge to permit his mouth to curl up into the charming, impish grin that he liked to think had become one of his beguiling trademarks. he cast his face downward and began to drum his fingers against the smooth and unremarkable granite surface of the counter top in some semblance of an affable melody that was simultaneously vaguely familiar and totally unrecognizable to him. coffee issued forth from a chrome dispenser and into a ready green mug with an appeasing babble and was promptly presented to him by the winsome waitress, whom he had not ceased to eye stealthily throughout the entire process. "can i get you anything else?" she had shifted her weight onto one shapely hip and cocked her round, moony, blonde head slightly to the left. in his mind he likened her to an unassuming barbie doll thrust unwittingly into reality. "yes," he said, straightening up to meet her languid gaze. "what's that? she raised her eyebrows in what appeared to be genuine interest. it made her look even further confused. "tell me, did it hurt when you fell from heaven? if it did, which was more painful; falling, or listening to that monstrous pickup line?" she broke out into a beholden giggle and he broke out into his default grin of magnificent charm. it would have been incredibly obvious to anyone at all acquainted with andreo valentín covas that he was not exactly using his best material on this little blonde mooncalf, but the broad was wearing her hair in pig tails, for goodness' sake. and he did have a sort of low key fondness for most things cheesy and ridiculous.
the breezy, appreciative laughter and the charming grin lapsed the duo into a conversation that they did their best to persevere through despite the intermittent requests for a baked good or hot caffeinated beverage from a sundry hodgepodge of customers. she was from a place called ohio and had originally moved to california in order to try and become an actress. after two years of absolutely no success, however, she had decided she would rather be a flight attendant. his english vocabulary appeared to be failing him, for andreo was not completely sure about what a flight attendant was. he didn't feel motivated enough to solicit a definition, however, especially from a blonde chica in pig tails. his sole mug of coffee carried them through about forty five minutes of idle chatting that he frequently interrupted with coquettish quips and jokes; some of which he suspected she did not entirely understand. afterwards, though he was tempted to stick around and flirt shamelessly with his little mooncalf blondie, he just couldn't feel respectable sitting at the counter of a cafe, occupied by neither food nor drink, conversing with someone who probably thought that romeo and juliet reached its terminus in the same way it did in the taylor swift song.
besides all that, he had somewhere that he had to be.
after bidding adieu to the waitress and holding the door of the quaint little nobody cafe open for and bowing exaggeratedly to a small smattering of new customers, andreo found himself wandering down a quiet valkyrian street. he wasn't entirely certain of the location of what he was looking for, but he reckoned he was probably going in the right direction. and if he was not... well, then, this was simply the scenic route.
a search of his pockets, the intent of which was to locate his cell phone, yielded a slightly rumpled napkin with the name iris and a phone number written upon it in a large, sloping script. the waitress must have slipped it into the pocket of his jacket while she was serving muffins and sandwiches to the other cafe patrons, the sly dog. it made him feel a little guilty, however, because he felt no desire whatever to call her and did not intend to do so. he could only hope that she wasn't investing too much self esteem on the outcome of her little maneuver. andreo folded the napkin up neatly, returned it to his pocket and promptly forgot about trying to retrieve his cell phone from wherever he had left it on his person. he eventually remembered again, found it in the left back pocket of his pants and located within it a text that provided him with more specific information concerning the whereabouts of his destination. out past the bus stop. grand. where was the bus stop?
after about half an hour of unrewarded wandering it occurred to him that he should probably make it a point to become better acquainted with the city. he had a feeling that it would be a most practical course of action, even if he rather did enjoy getting lost from time to time. in fact he had actually made it a point to get lost every now and then back home in toledo. it eventually became a kind of challenging game he liked to play with himself and sometimes with a few of his unfortunate, naive friends. he would lead them to believe that he knew of an interesting restaurant or recreational facility to introduce them to and was going to lead them to it. instead, he would simply shepherd them aimlessly through the winding city streets until he hadn't a goddamn clue where they were and laugh on the inside when they started to yell and complain. at present, however, andreo was not playing a game and he didn't have any foolish, unwitting companions around to laugh at. what he had instead was a date expecting him any minute now and a 7:30 reservation at a nice restaurant in town.
it took a considerable amount of his ingenuity and quick thinking skills, but he at long last did manage to find it. a van, one that looked like it probably belonged to a rapist but instead belonged to a girl named hayden talbot who was, to the extent of his knowledge, not a rapist. she was a beautiful girl who knew her way around a video camera, and he liked that. though if it turned out that she actually was some sort of sex offender, he was probably in for a very interesting evening. he approached the van, leaned against the edge of one of the large sliding doors in a suave pose and then rapped smartly upon it whilst simultaneously checking his watch. 7:10. right on time. he wondered if perhaps he was a wizard.
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TAG hayden!
CREDIT lyrics by the rosebuds. graphic by me.
ATTIRE here.
NOTES :D
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Post by hayden on Jul 12, 2011 20:58:02 GMT -6
 ,SHE TRIED NOT to dwell. difficult as it was, she made a point each morning to promise herself that she would not break. not today. it was in the past. gone and done. allowing the storm clouds to loiter wasn't going to help anybody. she washed her words down with icy water and refused the reddening of her eyes. it was in the past. done and gone. even if she had to etch those words onto her tongue several times a day, she remembered to do so. the line was there, subtle threats thrown to the air. just one little mistake and the balance would be thrown. hayden talbot was walking a tight rope between realities. the person she had been, trapped in a dark, unstable world that really was much easier; the person she was, winning battles as they came, terrified she would look for an alternate. all it would take is for one tear to fall and the balance would be destroyed. the delicate bridge she had constructed would be torn. and for what reason? because the ice water hadn't managed to ensnare her words. it was in the past. done and gone. if hayden puked up stomach acid laced with those words, her balance would be thrown. she couldn't dwell, she didn't want to feel the heat of the flames at her feet.
some days it was easy. most days it was easy. she washed her statements down with her anti-depressants, the ice promising to do its job. she would look in the mirror and say it was going to be another day, another step forward. she liked to keep her promises. over the last several years, hayden had managed to prove the power of words. when she told herself to buy an umbrella, shield herself from her storm clouds, it stopped. the person she had become faded at the edges, felt vulnerable. after awhile, her ghost lingered in the shadows, silent. she didn't allow herself to get stuck in the dirt, she definitely didn't let anyone push her into it. anything to keep toeing that line. that was the balance she needed to maintain. she didn't want to become that person again. and yes, it would always be there. forked tongue and sharpened fangs, it would be a threat forever. you cannot fight a side of yourself. she didn't even try. you do what you can. strap on some rubber boots and let the flames lick at you occasionally, but never let them spread. hayden had to tell herself this everyday. every single day. quietly, quickly. but she did it. she couldn't let her demons scratch their way from the closet and set up shop. sometimes, okay. but if they made themselves comfortable, she would be dwelling again.
that was what happened. on the days it wasn't easy, they started construction. it didn't matter the issue. grief, anger, heartbreak. every darkness inside of hayden talbot pushed her off that rope and over to the person she had once been. she didn't have moods. they didn't pass. the dark side of her reacted to everything negative. she wouldn't cry, she would lash. she wouldn't scream, she would burn. that's what would happen. and those words, the fight against dwelling, kept that monster entertained until she said them again. dwelling is the worst emotion of all. she would let her demons fester, infect her. then she'd dwell on them and look what would happen.
today was not an easy day. the second she had awoken, hayden felt the storm clouds. it was raining a little. a dark acid rain with a malacious laugh. the urge was there, to let her eyes go blank. but the point was there, too. it wasn't going to help anyone. she was sick of hurting people. she didn't like to be the reason flesh was ripped open and salt poured over the blood. valkyrie, california had plenty of her victims. she recognized the wounds when she saw them. witness too many, and the clouds win. like today. so she would stay home, isolated. talk to fleury, maybe fry a pancake or two. listen to dark music. watch a sardonic movie, find the comedy in it all. she refused to remain still, allow the demons come out to play. perhaps they were casting shadows on her today, she acknowledged that. but she kept moving, never let them gain control. things turned bad by then. maybe today wasn't an easy day. but if you realize that and perform that same routine that works, it wears off. tomorrow would be a better day. you keep repeating yourself until a slumber, and it'll heal itself during the night. and after a morning and afternoon of isolation, ironic music and dark comedies, most of the rain would be over. all that remains would be some crashes of thunder, perhaps a little acid rain. but it would be a grim chuckle now, an inappropriate method at lightening the mood.
it wasn't an easy day, but it hadn't been a hard day. all hayden felt was the dark comedy. she didn't feel the darkness or the flames. her brand of humor was hanging out, what many had once considered a good mood for her. see? it got better.
she didn't even really know why she had agreed to this in the first place. maybe it had been on a good day. but today, it might not be. her mood was considerably better than normal, but she would consider it unwise to taunt her with a photo of her brother. what would 'this' be? some sort of socialization with one andreo xavier valentín covas. charming guy, if a little cheesy. she found it kind of amusing, even on days like today. she had no idea what it actually was, she didn't really care. an attempt to do more than wander valkyrie with her obnoxious cockatoo. what were they doing? going to a restaurant or something. that's good. seeing as she lived in a van beside the greyhound bus station, there hadn't been much thought to a kitchen. that's why she agreed to this - she'd been hungry at the time. much like she was now. aside from a few pancakes, hayden hadn't bothered to go in search of food. fleury was busy bothering her, considering he was probably as famished as she was. snickering another sardonic laugh, hayden drew her eyes from the clock on her blackberry. tonight was the night they'd agreed on, right? reasoning or not, there was an agreement.
"be quiet, la fleur. if you're so against your seed, go find a mouse or something." he nipped on her finger considerably harder than normal. rolling her eyes, hayden merely crossed one leg over the other. she was slumped against the wall of her odd little van (she still needed to paint), hardly to be considered sitting. her back would hurt like a fucker in the morning. fleury was sitting on her free knee, chewing on her left hand. the one cigarette that had been on dallas james hadley before he as transported to the hospital was in her other hand, curling over her fingers. against her grain, she allowed herself that bit of dwelling. that mouldy old cancer stick was on her at all times. one beady little eyes was staring at it again. she scoffed again, a light smile crossing her features. "we don't want you getting lung cancer now." rubbing a finger against his feathers, feeling the vibrations of pleasure underneath, she only looked away from her companion when a hollow knock echoed. arching an eyebrow, hayden crossed her legs and used a foot to push the door open. she never bothered to actually close it anymore. she looked at andreo for a minute, an amused smile following. "must've taken you awhile to perfect that pose of yours, james dean."
[/size][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- TAGGED, andreo !
DATE, march, 2012. valkyrie outskirts.
LENGTH, 1315 words.
ATTIRE, clicketh.
NOTES, eep, messy ending there.
CREDITS, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to deep purple - "smoke on the water"
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Post by andreocovas on Jul 15, 2011 16:27:28 GMT -6
, andreo xavier valentín covasSO GET UP GET OUT AND COME WITH ME WE'LL
SWING FROM THE BRANCHES OF SWEET GUM TREES
I KNOW IT'S LATE GO WITH ME THERE
WE'LL MEET OUR FRIENDS EVERYWHERE [/sup] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] the door to the van slid open, revealing hayden talbot sitting slumped against the wall opposite him with what appeared to be some sort of pet bird. without a greeting, she continued to sit, motionless. the only acknowledgment she emitted of his presence was that she was staring right at him; eyeing him without much expression. andreo returned her gaze, arranging his own facial features into positions that mimicked her own. after a few moments of silence, an amused smile lifted up the corners of her mouth. "must've taken you awhile to perfect that pose of yours, james dean." andreo scoffed, breaking his stillness to drop onto the ledge of the van's floor, settling his back against the edge of the door frame. his body filled the entirety of the door's gap, knees arced up and feet placed before the opposite door post. it wasn't particularly comfortable. "please." he cast her a sideways glance. "i am totally genuine." he let his head return to a more natural position, staring straight ahead to the front end of the van, before swiveling back around again to add, "and your doubt wounds me."
despite the entertained smile that had graced her pretty face after she had kicked the door open (which andreo surmised to be true, seeing as she had been sitting calmly against the opposite wall of the van immediately afterward and she probably wasn't a telekinetic), andreo sensed that señorita hayden wasn't feeling particularly upbeat this evening. she had a vaguely gloomy and bitter atmosphere about her, even with the cute little bird around to cheer things up. andreo liked birds. no matter, though. other than the said slightly dispirited aura, hayden seemed perfectly fine. a bit snarky, but andreo didn't mind that. he liked snarky people, especially women. it was generally an indication that there were brains somewhere within their skulls, which was always a plus. not that andreo had anything against people that were, in the aspect of brains, less endowed, but those who were not were usually entertaining to talk to. hayden had already proved herself in that respect, which was one of the reasons andreo had asked her out in the first place. she was interesting, she was entertaining, she was good with a camera... not to mention hot. additionally, since several moments ago, his opinion of her had been raised once again by the revelation that she owned a bird. and she had agreed to this little get together, though she didn't appear to be especially excited. andreo thought she even seemed a bit apathetic, to be perfectly honest. apathy wasn't to without its positives, however. very apathetic girls were sometimes more likely to be up for sex on a first date than girls who cared more about stuff.
what a douchebag-y thing to think.
but to be fair, andreo wasn't all douchebag. in many cases, for instance, he would forgo a one night stand for a respectable date with a girl that he could have an interesting conversation with. it was a little strange, seeing as he was so young, but andreo almost felt as if he were ready to begin the process of growing out of the frequent one night stand system. it wasn't as though he troubled himself over it or anything pertaining to it, however. he almost always had more interesting matters to attend to. so he did whatever he felt like and went to confession when he had some boring time to kill or his father prodded him enough. he didn't much like confession. religion in general was something andreo didn't like to dwell too much on. he didn't have any moral qualms or anything about it, it was just that it required lots of patience that he didn't have. he was more or less certain about his beliefs, having had a rebellious stage of questioning in his teens, and he went to an occasional sunday morning mass with ariadna, who went every week. it was just something he didn't enjoy spending a lot of energy on, and he was willing to accept and live with that it probably wasn't the most holy attitude. he planned to start acting less like an infidel once he got older and had less energy to burn in enjoyable pursuits.
he crossed his arms over his chest and began to hum under his breath and survey his surroundings. the van was nothing special, but it did have a sort of ironic, rustic, charmless charm to it. the bus station was visible from where he sat, a ways away. how picturesque. he uncrossed his arms and swung his entire body around and fixed himself into a cross legged position across from her, cutting off the humming mid note. "your home is lovely," he said. his tone was completely serious and entirely devoid or sarcasm of mischievous lightheartedness. "what do you call the bird?" if he ever came into possession of a pet bird, he would probably name it chancho. 'chancho' meant 'pig' in spanish, and andreo enjoyed misleading animal names. they were a hoot. when he was eight he had had a pet fish named mono, which meant 'monkey,' and he had called his family's dog, whose official name was roberto, pavo, which meant turkey. this had annoyed his father and his sister eva, because his brothers and mercades had picked up on calling the little bugger pavo, as well, and he eventually started answering to it instead of roberto.
an interesting thought struck him, and he paused for a moment before voicing it in the form of a query. "would you object to a pre-supper beer?"
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TAG hayden!
CREDIT lyrics by the rosebuds. graphic by me.
ATTIRE here.
NOTES a leetle bit short and i rushed the shitty ending because i had to leave. don't stop loving me. D:
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