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Post by maya-bird on Sept 13, 2011 22:14:55 GMT -5
Dima shrugged his shoulders, muttering under his breath. Yael was such an asshole sometimes. Not bothering to goodbye to either of them, because Koya seemed equally pissed, he lifted the garage open and walked out, loping down the street fuming about the whole situation back there.
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Post by icefire on Sept 13, 2011 22:31:59 GMT -5
Koya shivered slightly at the night air drifting in through the now agape garage door. She Still sat huddled in the lounge chair in the garage, every once in a while wiping the blood off of her nose. Yael sat down next to her on the arm of the chair, brushing her bangs out of her face more gently then his usual self.
"I'm sorry he hit you, you know."
"Well maybe you should stop getting into fights, if you're so 'sorry'." She pouted, shaking her bangs back over her eyes again.
The momentary sweetness Yael had put on was over, "Well maybe I can show you just how 'sorry' I am." His voice had a suggestive quirk to it, with his eyebrow cocking upwards to top it off. Yael's lips grazed her cheek, and instead moved to her lips. She was motionless and didn't kiss back.
He pulled back, "What's wrong?"
"I don't want you to TOUCH me right now."
"Hm?"
"You heard me, get away from me, I don't want to talk to you or have contact with you right now, asshole."
His patience snapped and he reflexively slapped her across the face, immediately feeling bad afterwards, but not showing it. Koya shot upwards and picked up her guitar, tears streaming down her face, "You're a fucking asshole! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" With her departing shriek, she fled out the open garage door, not even bothering to pick up her bike or her guitar case. She just wanted to get away from him.
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Post by ash~like~snow on Sept 13, 2011 22:37:57 GMT -5
Cassie was fed up with her parents arguing. Every night their voices would grow louder and louder until the noise reverberated in her ears. Alcohol fuels the flames. She learned that several years ago on a night exactly like this; No moon in the sky, only stars. The silence around her house pressed in on the walls, and her parent's shouting pushed back.
Cassie decided to get away for a bit, even in the thick blackness of the night. She grabbed her cello from its spot by the foot of her bed, threw a lighter in her pocket and snuck down the back stairs and out to the street. The wheels of the cello case made a harsh grinding sound against the pavement as she walked towards the park in her neighborhood, her favorite spot to go at times like this. She sat down at one of the benches and pulled her cello from its case.
The haunting notes pierced the cold night air and echoed all around her, resonating with the feel of the night.
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Post by icefire on Sept 14, 2011 21:51:27 GMT -5
Koya got home and took a couple hits at her punching bag, before collapsing on her bed in the fetal position and falling asleep in a pair of jeans and a button up plaid shirt. It wasn't long until the sun rose, and she cracked an eye open, looking out the window vacantly. The whole neighborhood was pretty quiet, and the sun barely touched the tops of the houses. She decided that she didn't want to go hang out with anybody today, and she didn't want to see a certain someone that's name began with a 'Y'.
The day went by slowly, she took a nap until 10 AM, and set to work tuning her guitars. Strums echoed around the room as she began to sing 'As My Guitar Gently Weeps'. It wasn't long before she decided she wouldn't mind someone with the name of Dima to come visit her, because she wasn't pissed at HIM.
Oh well, he'd come over if he thought of it. Maybe he'd even sort Yael out for her on his way over or something.
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 15, 2011 22:35:57 GMT -5
Dima woke up shivering.
He didn't know why, because it really wasn't all THAT cold in his room. With a chill running down his spine, he slipped a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt on, pulling on socks but settling on black sandals instead of close toed shoes. Yawning, he rubbed his eyes, then walked over into the bathroom to brush his teeth. After his necessities were finished, he stared at himself in the mirror, meeting his tired looking eyes.
Staring back was a shorter than most kid, with brown hair that stuck up everywhere---bedhead, and who was rather on the skinny side but still able to hold his own. Dima rubbed his eyes, noticing ever faint circles under his eyes, he rubbed harder as if to get them away.
He decided to go apologize to Yael, because that's just the kind of kid he was. He groaned internally, because, hey, his BOARD was broken. "Ughhh.." He grimaced, instead choosing just to walk over to Yael's. Dima passed Kora's on the way over, and thought about talking to her afterwards, and to clear things up with Yael for both of them. He walked onto Yael's porch fifteen or so minutes later, knocking.
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Post by icefire on Sept 15, 2011 22:40:49 GMT -5
Yael woke up that morning with a hangover. After Koya had stormed off, he had immediately felt bad when the high war off, and drank a half a bottle of vodka before falling asleep. He got up to go to the mirror, splashing water in his face and combing back his hair. His head had cleared a bit when there was a knock on the door, and there stood Dima in his short and mightiness. Yael slumped against the door frame, combing his fingers back through his hair and muttering a "Hey."
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 22, 2011 19:52:27 GMT -5
Dima's frown that he had on turned into a sort of half-smile, an attempt at a scour at the friendly sort of vibe they usually had with each other. But with the thought of his board broke, his friendliness blew away with the gust of wind that nearly swept him off his feet. Damn, it was windy lately.
"I have somewhere to be." He said curtly, trying to speak more in an American type voice than his usual stutter-some mispronounce Russian English he spoke. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I was being a jackass...." Dima trailed off, then decided to throw an apology in there for Koya since, if he didn't, they'd probably never make up. "Koya said she was sorry." He lied, the convincing tone he had pretty damn convincing.
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Post by icefire on Sept 22, 2011 23:14:31 GMT -5
He slammed his face into the side of the door frame, groaning in protest, "I don't want either of you to be sorry. I'm the fucking jack ass in this situation." Smacking his forhead into it again, he looked at Dima, straight in the eye, "I feel bad." Yael may have been a total ass, but he did apoligize. It was one of his talents.
The details of last night were unfoggin every minute and it just kept making his head hurt more. He thought about Dima's board, "I can probably fix that..." his gaze turned to his shorter friend, "Your board I mean."
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 23, 2011 22:53:35 GMT -5
Dima's brows narrowed. "Ah...I needed a new one anyway. That one was piece of shit." He said, shrugging a bit. Yawning a bit, he rubbed his eyes again. After this, he figured he'd go stop by Koya's, just to see how she was faring. "And no there is no problem. Everybody was stressed out and......yeah." He trailed off, looking apathetic because of his tiredness.
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Post by icefire on Sept 24, 2011 0:21:40 GMT -5
Yael yawned and stretched, "Well if you says so man... I think I'm going to go rest up well. We have school tomorrow, and everybody is still pretty stressed about that murder thing."
Frowning, he waved Dima goodbye and shut the door. Pissed off at himself, he walked into the garage and pounded away mercilessly at his drums. That is, until his parents told him to shut up. He groaned and slumped clumsily onto the chair in the garage, the one Koya sat in last night. His eyes eventually drifted shut as he re-dreamed last night's events.
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 24, 2011 22:54:22 GMT -5
Dima nodded, turning on his heel as Yael shut the door. He walked over to Koya's house, not so far away, and realized how hilarious he must look. A short kid in sandals looking zombie like walking down the sidewalk. Oh, well. It's not like he lived in the best of neighborhoods anyway.
Arriving at Koya's house, he decided against knocking on the door and instead went around the side of the house and tapped on her window instead. Hey, her parents could be freaky at times; abrasive, loud, and dangerous. Not like his couldn't, though.
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Post by icefire on Sept 24, 2011 23:13:58 GMT -5
Koya heard the sputter of pebbles against her window, and turned around on her bed, bending over her pillows with her guitar under her to look down. She moved her guitar into a more comfortable postion of beside her on the bed, and opened her window, hanging half out of it. Her hands loosely hung down over the wooden paneling on the outside of the house, and she smiled weakly at Dima.
"Hey, I'll go get the door for you so you don't have to deal with my aunt and uncle." She withdrew herself from hanging out of the window without his answer and climbed down the latter from her attic. Koya smiled, her aunt and uncle were both already at work. Her hand grasped the front door's handle, and she opened it.
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 24, 2011 23:17:25 GMT -5
Dima grinned, jogging around the side of the house to be there when she opened the door. He stood on the edge of the doorway, trying to keep a grin from creeping its away around his face. "Hey." He said lamely. "Your aunt and uncle already left? Cool."
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Post by icefire on Sept 24, 2011 23:24:05 GMT -5
Nodding, she opened the door and let him in, walking back into the kitchen. Her stomach growled and she wondered when she last had something to eat, maybe yesterday morning since she had forgotten to eat her 'dinner' last night. She turned back to Dima, a bag of bread in one hand, "Breakfast? Did you eat this morning?" Koya's voice was almost that of a stern mother, but she wasn't really one to be talking about a decent schedule of feeding yourself.
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 24, 2011 23:30:09 GMT -5
"Uh.." He tried to remember, scouring through this morning. A rumble in his stomach answered for him. "Nope." Dima smiled sheepishly. Hunger really wasn't something that was big deal for him, because his family had been dirt poor when he was younger. He'd felt his belly up against his backbone before, something he hoped never happened again.
"So, last night." He said blandly, leaning on the edge of the counter. "I talked to Yael this morning." Dima added, looking around the house nonchalantly.
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