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Post by BAILEY REESE DANVERS on Apr 12, 2010 5:24:32 GMT
 not one more sound
(( let your hair down ))
After her stupid therapy session, she'd found herself wondering around this stupid school. Not really having any idea at all as to where she was heading but knowing her it would be one place in particular. And that was exactly where she ended up. Before she ever even entered the room, she knew someone was there. The sound of the piano echoed in Bailz ears and she smiled contently, standing there at the door listening. After a few moments of just listening, she pushed it open and entered the room she had been all too aware of the past couple of weeks. Glancing toward the piano, she smiled at the person she saw playing. It was Braydin and this had been where they'd met for the first time a couple weeks back. The funny thing was that that day was more familiar to Bailz than anything. She could recall everything in her mind and if she closed her eyes long enough most times it was like she was there all over again. Circling the perimeter of the room, she closed hr eyes and placed her hand on the wall, continuing to walk, letting her hand be her guide. Why on Earth did she do that? Who knows. The girl was just weird sometimes.
The melody coming from the piano was one she could quite frankly get use to hearing. It was an amazing piano piece to run up on. And so was the guy playing it. But Bailz would never admit to that. No matter what, no matter how many times she tried to convince herself otherwise, that familiar voice echoed in her mind. The voice of her mom telling her that no guy, or girl, would ever care for her. Other than being someone they could fuck on a regular basis. It was something that Bailz had hated each time it echoed in her mind but it was also a statement that she knew to be true. It had to be. Within seconds, Bailey found herself back in reality when she'd ran into something she didn't quite expect to run into. She actually wasn't sure what it was, all she knew was the she was knocked to the ground after running into it. Sighing, she just kinda sprawled out on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. "Fuck!" Seconds later a curse word escaped her lips and she pursed them tightly together. Could her day get any worse? Well, yes, it could. Only because Braydin was here and she was pretty certain that he had seen that whole display and probably thought she was completely insane. The funny thing was that she didn't even move. Just laid there, sprawled out on the floor. Eventually she'd get up. That wouldn't be anytime soon though.
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Post by BRAYDIN ALEXANDER ARMSTRONG on Apr 12, 2010 6:42:25 GMT
 'SEX LOVE AND ROCK & ROLL !!Pass Me another bottle honey the jager's so sweetWaking up early was the last thing Braydin ever wanted to do, but he had stuff to do that morning. By stuff, that was make a deal with a kid in another dorm for some coke. When it came to one of his addictions, Braydin wouldn't bitch and complain about it for too long. After all he figured he could use it to his advantage to actually be productive for once. Usually when he woke up it was mid after noon, no time to really enjoy the day and get things done. So he was going to soak it up for all it was worth today. The annoyingly loud alarm on Braydin's droid sounded at exactly eight in the morning. The loud beep ringing over and over. There were a few annoyed groans that echoed through the room, one from Braydin and the others from his room mates. Braydin sat up tossing his blankets off of himself and picked up his phone shutting off the alarm as he blinked back the light that was seeping through the curtains. Talk about headache. grabbing some clothes to wear, his towel, his backpack, and tooth brush Braydin headed toward the showers to get ready for the day. The hot water from the shower helped wake him a bit more and after he was dressed and cleaned up Braydin was in a much better mood. He made his way swiftly though the halls of Stanfield to the door room number the kid had given him.
He knocked a few times heavily and waited for him to open the door, they shared a quick conversation before Braydin passed the kid some money and the kid gave Braydin's the bag of coke Tossing it into his back back he decided his next destination. The rest of the morning held breakfast, a line of coke, a make out session with some chick in an empty hall ways, vending machine junk food overload. Not necessarily in that order. Stomach full, and cravings set for a while Braydin made his way toward the schools performing arts block. Braydin's favorite place to be. Well aside from outside the walls of the hell hole also known as Stanfield. Slipping into an empty room, Braydin pulled his back pack off his shoulder and sat it down beside the piano bench before he sat down. He looked at the piano and the ran his fingers lightly across the keys before pressing them down gently once letting a note ring out through the room. Satisfied with his plans settling on hanging out in that room for a while, he leaned over to his back pack pulling out a water bottle, the label had been ripped off and it had been refilled with a bit of vodka he had taken after a party in a girls dorm room. He took a quick swig before setting the bottle down.
Braydin looked over the black and white keys once more before both hands met them, fingers gliding over the keys in a beautiful arrangement right off the top of his head. Music had always come easy to him. It was his life and his passion, it was what freed his head for a while. He had no idea that anyone had come into the room, he was too in to what he was doing to really pay any attention until he heard a loud crash from behind him. He turned quickly and spotted a body on the floor, music sheets and stands on the floor around it. He stood up and glance at the person. Bailey Danvers. Smirking to himself a bit he stood up and walked over to her, standing over her, legs on each side of the girls body. "Graceful Bay" he said with a short laugh. "are you hurt?" he asked. with the amount of noise she had caused he figured she must have hit the music stands pretty hard. Braydin and Bailey had met about a week or two back, ironically in the same room. They had just about the same problems, the enjoyed sex, and drinking a little too much. No denying she was hot. Braydin was attracted to her. She was a cool girl to talk with too at least thats what he had figured out upon meeting her those few weeks earlier.
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Post by BAILEY REESE DANVERS on Apr 12, 2010 7:29:55 GMT
not one more sound
(( let your hair down )) ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ----Ugh. Why me!? The loudness of her own thoughts in her head seemed to make herself jump, shaking her head at herself and giggling just slightly she smiled some at the familiar person standing above her. It was unknown to her as to why she was always full of nerves around him. He was just another guy that she just so opened to screw around with. But who just so happened to be really cute and an above all else an amazing guy. So yeah, he just so happen to be addicted to sex and he did drugs and he was a drinker but Bailz did two out of the three of those, one on certain occasions. The few times she'd been out with Brayden, she'd actually gotten drunk. The boy was way too cute for his own good and the begging hadn't helped any at the time either. Not that Bailz minded much. Drunk or sober she'd always had fun with Braydin. The though occurred to her that she had yet to answer his question and she focused her attention back on him again, "Well, you know from experience I'm not the most graceful person in the world." Shaking her head, she pulled herself to a sitting position. Rubbing the back of her head with her hand. "Ouch.."
Blood. It was something Bailz had a major phobia of. And there it was. On her arm. For the whole world to see. Well, mainly just her and Brayden. At this point she was only worried about herself. Taking slow, steady, cautious breaths she worked to calm herself. The last thing she needed was to have a panic attack over this. Looking up at Braydin, she shook her head. Braydin knew of her phobia. He'd seen her have a panic attack due to blood before. It wasn't anything new to him. Well, maybe so. He'd experienced it twice within the last few weeks that he had know her. In most peoples opinions, once was way too many. Bailz didn't like having panic attacks anymore than people liked seeing her have panic attacks. Slowly she slumped over, hugging herself with her arms, still breathing slow and steadily. Calm down, Bailz. Do not have a panic attack in front of him again. She listened to her subconscious thoughts above everything else as she tried to calm herself. Slowly, everything went back to normal and she calmed herself enough to be able to examine herself, or at least she hoped that she had.
Lifting her arms, she slowly examined herself, "I think I might be bleeding.. I'm just not one hundred percent sure where its coming from.." Glancing down at her right arm, she pointed to the blood stain that had graced her arm. Taking her arm she felt around her stomach and chest before pulling her fingers back again. "Well, I found it.." Pulling up the shirt she was wearing, she didn't really care that the cut was above her chest. It wasn't as if Braydin hadn't seen it all before. She looked closely at the stab wound just above her right breast. It was kinda small but big enough to produce a good amount of blood. Surprisingly so. Bailz couldn't fathom how much blood had seeped out of that small hole. Looking around her on the ground, she spotted the weapon that she had came into contact with. A freaking pen. Glaring slightly at it, she let her shirt fall back again, "Oh well. I'm okay." Looking up at Braydin, she cleared her throat, "Wanna help poor little, not so graceful Bay off the floor?" She asked in a soft like tone. She grinned before she lifted her hand in his direction. In all honesty, she didn't think he'd say no. Braydin wasn't really the mean type. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't attracted to her in some way, right? Bailz didn't think he'd sleep with someone on a slightly regular basis if he didn't find them at least a little bit attractive. Bailey wouldn't at least. She might have been a slut all her life and had a major addiction to sex but that didn't mean she didn't have standards.
Usually the girl was a little more talkative then this and though her day had suck, seeing Braydin made it at least a little better. The more she spent time with him the more she liked him. He was fun to talk to, liked to joke around, he was amazingly great in bed and he was hot. In Bailz god honest opinion. Though it wasn't likely she'd ever tell him that. Rejection wasn't something Bailz liked to willingly let herself experience. Plus she was rather certain the both of them were too addicted to sex to ever actually settle down with just one person. "I hope your day hasn't sucked as much as mine has. In example, this. Although I think that was my fault. Me walking with my eyes close, not a good thing." Running a hand through her hair slowly, she then shook it so that it fell back into her face again. "I liked what you were playing. It sounded amazing." Hm. So giving compliments came easy to her. With Braydin anyways. Often times she'd tell him whatever he wanted to hear if he asked her to. Wow, crazy much, Bailz? That thought was quickly shaken from her head. She wasn't crazy. In one sense, at least.
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