* / ain't no rest for the wicked ,

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------Drinking

[/color] and driving was never anything Chuck Howard condoned, however just because he disapproved of this illegal act didn’t mean that the young man refused to participate in said behavior. Usually Chuck avoided operating a vehicle under any circumstances. Hard to believe that cars didn’t particularly appeal to all men who lived in the US, yet Chuck was one of the very few individuals in this oil obsessed country that didn’t fully appreciate the convenience that a car provided to people. When he considered the damage they did to the Earth they ultimately ended up disgusting the twenty-three year old. It wasn’t as if he were ungrateful for living in this modern day and age though at times it may seem it how he often trash talked the polluted world we all shared, Chuck was just unfond of the idea of contributing to the suffering of the planet. No matter how often Chuck rode his bicycle around the city it didn’t really matter if you counted the number of cars out on the streets. He felt like his small contribution to making a healthy planet was merely irrelevant most days yet he still contributed. Being green wasn’t enough to save the world, at least that was the way Chuck saw it. This was partially the reason behind Chuck’s sudden whim to go out for a drunken joy ride. It wasn’t so much a ride of joy he was after as it was a burning desire to get something yummy in his tummy in a quick and fast fashion.

---Typically[/color] Chuck’s grandmother would have something lovely on the stove earlier that night but something meaty and/or savory wasn’t what his taste buds currently craved. What the male wanted was something beyond sweet. A treat that he could possibly chug with a thick glass of the purest beverage on the planet; the milk of the beast with four stomachs. Licking his lips at the thought of retrieving such a decadent pastry, Chuck knew his exact destination before he even buckled his seat belt. His drunken craving was bond to be fulfilled and the boy couldn’t be more giddy about the situation. Composure must be found before he even allowed the key to graze the ignition. How was the boy who had spontaneously broken out in song and dance five seconds prior to entering his vehicle gain composure, exactly? Remembering this instance caused the guy to squirm in his seat, which was a bit uncomfortable with the strap that was for security reasons in the way. Following the wave of energy with in him with a soft giggle, Chuck figured he should probably adjust himself. He did this by starting up the car in order to electronically roll down his window and catch a breathe of fresh air. This caused Chuck to become reminiscent of the days that cars contained hand held shafts that you manually spun for the fresh air on account that the sudden sound of the cars radio caused quite the reaction from Chuck. His head had gravitated up to the roof of the car as the youthful soul spun his head in the direction of the device. Glaring at the stereo that had stunned him Chuck snarled wanting to growl at the inanimate object therefore he did just that. Being drunk Chuck’s already short attention span dwindled to nearly nothing at all as he found himself trying to recall what the hell he was doing inside of his grandmothers old Cadillac to begin with. Scratching his scalp with stubby finger nails Chuck flicked the dandruff excess away and tapped the steering wheel suddenly finding the classical music on the radio to be soothing. As the string quartet played the answer came to Chuck. It was almost as if his eyes focused on the rear view mirror Chuck had hallucinated a light bulb suddenly flashing above his head.

---Fueled[/color] by his gurgling stomach, Chuck found himself eventually gaining the knowledge it took to drive a car. After sucking in a deep breathe of winter fresh air, the brunette behind the wheel smoothly headed out the drive and found himself cruising with ease on the open dark roads. Smiling to himself at the amount of effort this whole deal of driving under the influence required from him was very minimal. Now Chuck knew he could never be too cocky when he found himself in this situation, time after time but worried was the last state his chemically imbalanced brain was in. There was no time to waste his time in a troubled state when visions of jellied filled doughnuts paraded through his head. A grin filled up his face as his car approached the kingdom of doughnut delight. As his car was placed in park after appropriately squeezing it into a corner spot, Chuck applauded himself. "Congratulations Charles, you made it in one piece![/color]” This was how Mister Howard thanked himself for not getting in a wreck on the way over.

---Mighty[/color] thankful that he had dabbled in that drunken risk, Chuck secured his Grandma’s car knowing he’d be completely fucked if anything happened to it. Not because he wouldn’t have a ride back to her place but because he hadn’t exactly asked in the first place if he could take her car out on a quick trip to the local doughnut shop for a late night/mid morning snack. She most likely would not have approved of this trek to begin with on account that she was well aware of her grandson’s drinking habits and would never encourage his inconsiderate ideas of risking not only his life on the road but the lives of others as well. Shaking the thoughts of his beloved Grandmother out of his track of thoughts, Chuck stuffed his hands inside of his dark coats pockets and entered the Dunkin’ Donuts. As he eyed the great display cases housing the gorgeously glazed treats Chuck could barely contain himself. It was almost too much to see that many good looking pastries at once. Fogging up the glass case with his beer breathe, the boy licked his lips nearly slobbering on the glass as he did so. Thankfully he didn’t tongue the case on account that it had probably been touched by a lot of grubby fingers that day so far and Chuck didn’t need to get actually sick on top of the hangover he was bond to have the next morning. As Chuck picked out his dozen and handsomely paid and even tipped at the counter the bastard child hugged the glowing pink box as he took his seat. It smelled so rich and creamy along with the cheap carton of milk on the side, Chuck was quite literally prepared to drunkenly dunk his doughnuts in peace at a booth off to the side of the building.

---Completely[/color] engaged in his bountiful early morning snack Chuck tended to stuff too much food inside of his mouth during these sorts of situations. Lucky that he didn’t choke, the boy knew this swallow would hurt as he continued to chew but forced the big mouthful down his throat. Following that massive mouthful with a grand chug of milk, Chuck looked at his watch. For a second the numbers and their arrangement seemed absolutely foreign to him. It was then that he read the time; one fifty-seven was what it read which caused Chuck to grimmace.

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status ,[/color] complete.
attire ,[/color] stunner.
music ,[/color] cage the elephant.
notes ,[/color] banner credz @ caution. [/blockquote]
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[elizabeth sirena hughes]

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------ Five years. Five fucking years and Liz still sported the beat up red pick up truck... why did she do this even though her and the other "rebel!sirens" as Iz had once dubbed their new and improved fucked up group, even though they had about four cars? two of which were very nice and fancy, kind of retro. The third being a very usable but not as stylish Jeep? Well, one. Orion very rarely let people drive his '67 Impala. Two. The sports car was more Widow's style than Liz's. And the Jeep, god she loved the Jeep, but usually Donny and Kale used that baby. Leaving Liz with the Pick up truck and honestly, she loved that truck. It may not be in it's peak shape, but thanks to Orion's mechanical wisdom, it had been a loyal companion to them for years. The truck, like the Jeep and the impala, they had stories to them. Histories that couldn't be faked by sleek lines and smooth revved up engines. Every dent had a tale to tell. The truck was a character. A true individual. And it had become so from it's roughed up past. The pick up truck was to Liz, a rebel!siren all on its own. It was one of them. So she got stuck with it, willingly and happily. Now, did most people look at her a little weird when she pulls into the Museum's staff parking lot with this? Being as she's one, a girl. Two, an attractive girl to many peoples standards although honestly, she rarely ever thought about appearances, she had more important things to worry about. She wasn't vain, or self conscious about her appearance, of which Widow was both. She just didn't worry. Though, had she been born with an extremely slow metabolism or really bad skin, she might not be so cavalier. I digress, the point is, most people don't look at her and assume she would be driving a massive, beat up red pick up truck. To anyone who knows her though? It fits her nicely.

------ Elizabeth Hughes had never been the controlled type. All her life she grew up in a world were it was not uncommon to walk in on your father or older brothers, or mothers and sisters even to walk in on them putting a bullet through someone's skull. It was not strange to over hear your father talking about smuggling drugs across the boarder. It was not a disappointment to your parents if you successfully robbed the convenient store down the street, but an accomplishment. It wasn't a shame to the family name if you vandalized, drank, had sex or got into a fight when you were fourteen, instead they felt hurt if you weren't doing those things. That was the Siren way of life. A Life she had always lived. But she never lived it to the fullest. Something always stopped her from going off the edge. Was it an inner hatred for her father for not caring when her oldest brother raped her? Possible, very possible. But no. It was her older brother Kenneth Hughes who stopped her. He was a Siren, through and through. I don't want to paint some rose colored portrait of the guy, he was dangerous. He was exceedingly tall, threatening stature despite being rather wiry and skinny. He was definitely someone you could look at and say that they were the type to keep your kids away from. But if he loved you, he truly loved you. He wanted the best for you, would kill for you and would never turn his back to you. He was the only one, when growing up, who ever told Liz he loved her but actually meant it and it took Liz years to realize that her oldest brother Darren and her father never did. Oh sure, they claimed to. Darren probably would still claim to if he wasn't dead, but they never did. Darren was obsessed with her and her father simply didn't care. He was fond of the girl, that's all.

------ Kenny was different. And because he was her only REAL brother (not by blood but by relationship, since all her siblings are her half siblings), he was murdered. If he had loved their little sister Rachel, it wouldn't have matter but since Kenny was willing to die to protect Liz, Darren killed him because mainly, the one Liz needed protecting from was him. Believe me, she was completely capable of protecting herself from anyone else. She had been trained from birth to fight. But she had ever only killed one person, Darren, her oldest brother, the one who raped her and the guilt caused her to not only confess to the FBI, who told her since there was no body found, and from what she told them is was pure self defense, there were no charges against her, but she also attempted to take her own life. She was in a really dark place five years ago. But she was doing better. Since then she had graduated from University of Arizona - Phoenix, while visiting her other brother Orion while he lived out his short sentence in Santa Fe Prison. She lived and worked there for about a year before coming back to Valkyrie. She got her old job at the Museum back. She works in the Astronomy department. She is technically a OA, an Observatory Assistant. She helps some of the working astronomers analyze data flowing in from the sister Observatory in North California. But mostly she just runs the planetarium and gets coffee. She was supposed to get coffee as well, on her way back from her lunch break. A lunch break she never really took. She would just go, get coffee, usually from the nearby Donut shop, and come back. Snack on whatever she had packed through out the day. She was rather simple when it came to taste.

------ Actually that was what she was doing at this very moment as she shut the door to the red pick up truck. She was going to get coffee. Her main boss, Willow Friis, was the only person she really wasn't going to coffee for. Willow, or Billy as they called her, was a tea drinker. So was Liz most times. Liz liked Billy a lot. She was a little awkward and strange but she was genuine and kind and that was a rare sort of person in Liz's life. For example right now, she was living in a house with her brother Orion, on parole, killed many people, her good friend Donny, a hacker, his friend Kale, a certified pyro and munitions expert going by Basher, and her niece, Widow, who had once made a name out of seducing men before she killed them. All but Donny and Kale had completely retired. Including another person in their group who, while he didn't live with them, was free to be around anytime, Jasper who even had a kid now. Nutty. Although, currently Liz was the only one who had a chosen career path, actually graduated from college honestly (Widow had Donny falsify documents to get her in law school) and sort of was living her life. That was something to be proud of right? She pulled into the parking lot of the donut shop, getting a spot right next the large windows, before ducking inside. She loved the smell of the baked sweets in this place. She waved at the person working behind the counter as she made her way up to the front. There was rarely much of a line. "Hey Tim." Tim gave her big smile, "Liz, we got to stop meeting like this... The usual?" He asked, the boy was always nice to her, if not too nice, almost as if he liked her but thankfully not in a creepy way. Liz just nodded, "You know it, although could you add an extra shot of expresso to one of them?" She asked as she leaned on the counter a bit with her hands, "one of the maintenance guys has been running on an hour of sleep a day." Tim nodded and gave a smirk, "you got it." he added as he turned away to get the order. She smiled and turned around, leaned her back against the counter as she waited. She couldn't help but notice one guy with a box fit for a dozen eating in a booth off to the side who seemed to have taken too large a bite. She smirked slightly as he managed to get it down, "Hungry?" She called over in a jokative manner. Unlike the girls who see a chubby person eating a salad and start oinking. But this guy looked fit so she didn't think she had to worry about offending.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; chuck<3
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'wake up' by Arcade Fire
CLOTHES;; CLICK
NOTES;; yay! I needed to dump some liz muse. Hope the ending's okay, she's not usually the type to spark up conversations, didn't know how to work it, lol.

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------Wearing

[/color] sunglasses indoors certainly had it’s perks. It granted Chuck serious viewing privileges. Not only did it allow the drunken deviant to feel like a mild bad ass but he appreciated the sepia tone it projected upon his view from the corner. While he had been chowing down a brown haired bombshell had entered through the same doors his hands had just handled. Now his germs were her germs, this thought triggered his face to scrunch not necessarily in disgust but more so this concept just weirded the dude out. Many thoughts of his did especially when he was under the influence. Hell, once Chuck had actually considered paying an enormous amount of money to attend Lady Gaga’s sold out concert when he was intoxicated.Thankful that he hadn’t overdrawn his account for something he’d have to consume an incredible amount of alcohol to enjoy and spend a fortune at the arena’s bar on beer which he’d probably spend more time at the bar than watching the actual event. Not to mention the shame that would come along with having to announce the guilty pleasure he had spent an ass load of money on indulging in. Now that Chuck wouldn’t be attending the upcoming festivity his schedule was dully open.

---This[/color] fact didn’t surprise him at all. Sadly, it was almost always the case. Chuck wasn’t a big fan of life lately and not the television series that Oprah Winfrey narrated in her rich language, he was a huge fan of that, the real deal was what he was losing interest in as each day passed. At this exact moment inside the donut shack, Chuck wasn’t specifically overtaken by his constant woes, however there was a brief moment of uneasiness as he felt a stomach ache creeping up on him. Maybe he should slow down his consumption rates, after all he had just downed a total of two point five donuts in a very short time span. Still as his gut ached so did his over-functioning brain. As of lately Chuck had been following the brutal practices of a simply boring routine. He always craved for something new to spring up in his day to day dullness. You’d figure his field of work would be enough to keep him occupied yet handling that elaborate Nikon digital camera for the paper once or twice a day wasn’t enough to entertain him. Booze was one of his only outlets that allowed Chuck a time of day to look forward to. His day didn’t start until he had that first pull on that bottle of beer and occasionally the harder stuff. However Vodka and Tequila along with that sour Whiskey wasn’t what Chuck typically chose to poison himself with. He preferred those premium ports, that stained his current breath now.

---To[/color] always feel like he was going nowhere could be quite discouraging. After all when you woke up with the same splitting head ache every morning which you tried to ward off with handfuls of aspirin and the route that he ran which no longer stimulated his senses at all after the seventy-fifth time enduring it caused the world around him to appear bleak. Maybe he was just unappreciative and to seek inspiration in such a ravenous fashion didn’t help his case. However his eyes were never fully adjusted to take in the big picture. There were times when Chuck felt enlightened but these opportunities were in short supply and continuing to slim.

---It[/color] would appear that the opportunity to at least be properly stimulated for the time being had for once in his very short life appeared. The girl that had captivated his attention upon entering the place seemed to toss a word in his direction. Unaware as to whether or not to respond and in what manner to do so truly dumb-founded Chuck. Maybe he was a little taken a back by the chunky mouthful he had just conquered and the spaced out feeling that had suddenly over taken the guy. He suddenly became shy and embarrassed as he considered what his face must have looked like as it was abstracted by that massive bite of the chocolate twist that was no longer. Certain he looked even dumber at this point with his arched brow that practically reached the ceiling Chuck offered a nervous laugh, a chuckle - if you will. Getting around to an answer, Chuck gave a nod of his head “Very much so, but not as thirsty as you seem to be.[/font][/color]” He said this just as her order was placed upon the counter top. A soft smile unfolded on his face as he removed his stunner shades, revealing glossy eyes. Dusting his sugar coated finger tips off on his pant leg, Chuck instantly entered not caring territory, realizing he could care less about his sloppy appearance in the presences of this female and any other hottie that may appear inside the Dunkin’ Donuts at this very minute. It was a nice feeling that few ever intimidated Chuck. The only persons that got Chuck feeling woozy was the police. During his high school years he had suffered many run ins with the law and although he was never penalized for murder the damn pigs certainly acted as if his drunken ass had committed an act just as crude.

---Taking[/color] a gulp of milk Chuck swished the sweet liquid over his teeth, causing one of his more sensitive teeth to react to the cold temperature in a negative light. It was almost a reflex that his hand hit his jaw and smoothed out the outer shell o his mouth, sometimes this scene involved a painful squeak out of Chuck but he held back since he was apparently under some sort of public spotlight. It was then that the boy decided to play along. His glossy eyes filled with the urge to accost. “You may as well just shoot all that caffeine straight into your veins if you’re interested in being that amped up[/font][/color]” His voice sounded charming but his words weren’t the kindest. Clearly the man didn’t involve himself in that many conversations daily. And although this certainly wasn’t the way he addressed his grandmother, one of the only women he spoke to regularly, Chuck didn’t see the problem with addressing a fine young lady in such a crass manner. “Better yet why not just switch to crack cocaine, mush more potent.[/color]” (Yes, mush) Something sounded a bit off to Chuck, himself as he enunciated in a playful tongue. “So much worse than binging on your own box of donuts by yourself if you ask me.[/color]” Chuck followed this statement up with a rather self-righteous nod. Now of course Chuck was just putting his personality out of the line here. He was a very sarcastic person in general and his wit often turned off the feeble minded but richly entertained the douchest of the population. It was what had made Chuck a hit at the parties back in his glorious youthful days in Seattle.

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[/color] ms. hughes.
status ,[/color] INcomplete.
attire ,[/color] stunner.
music ,[/color] edward sharpe & the magnetic zeroes.
notes ,[/color] STILL NOT DONE, but veryveryvery close to being. c: so do not fear it shall be here...someday.[/blockquote]
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