open / WE EAT OUR YOUNG

[SELENE HATHAWAY!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #6a5ca7 8px solid;] ► if it weren't for the beanie pulled snug over selene's head, any hope at relatively seeing would've been tossed out the window. the moonlight reflecting off the water's untamed surface only increased so much of her already hazy vision, and keeping herself in a remotely straight walk along the shoreline proved to be hard as it was without having to muck around with her hair. not to mention, after a while, the breeze sweeping off the water would've eventually gotten to her more shorter side, seeing as how it was a fairly recent cut, and she still wasn't quite used to the lack of warmth. after walking proved to be too much of a hassle, sel found a spot she deemed worthy of lounging, and stripped herself of her boots and socks. rolling her jeans up to her knees, she approached the water cautiously, waiting to feel the sudden shock of chill against her bare toes. as soon as she felt the tide wash up around the bottom of her feet, a bit of a delighted squeal left the back of her throat and she danced away like a child would, uncaring if anyone was taking a night stroll along the beach that particular night. gaining enough courage, selene inhaled a deep breath and made her intoxicated self step back up to the spot she was sure she'd been standing before and waited. when the water crawled up her feet again, she remained still, but smiled and closed her eyes. reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out her barely held together pack of cigarettes. after blindly fishing one out, she shoved her pack back into her pocket and focused her attention on lighting the end. unfortunately, after she pushed the filter between her painted lips and raised her zippo to ignite the tip, the wind started to give her a hard time. with a frustrated face, - which more than likely looked more like a childish pout - she raised her free hand to try and work as a barrier to cut the wind off and flicked the lighter again. three flicks later, she was still left with an unlit cigarette, and a growing want for nicotine. for good measure, she cupped her hand a bit more to see if it was just the way she had positioned it, but after trying once again and failing, it became a mission. a mission that involved spurts of "ah piss," and "tits!", but a mission nonetheless. [/style]

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[zachary stone!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Well, I know the feeling finding yourself stuck out on the ledge And there ain't no healing - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Z had been having a miserable couple of weeks. His mother had passed away almost three weeks ago, and he had yet to recover from her sudden, yet prolonged attempts at death. His mother had been trying to kill herself for more years than Z cared to count. Yet someone had always been there to save her, mostly him, but on a few occasions it had been one of his more compassionate step dads. Zach loved his mother deeply, and at a level few of his friends ever understood. The woman was a miserable human being, who pretty much chased off anyone who attempted to be apart of her life or help her. She was an amazingly proud woman, who tolerated no abuse and defended her son like a lioness. Zach's mother had always been there for him, despite her ailments and short comings. She put him before anything else in her life. His mother always made sure he was fed, clothed, and loved. Even if it wasnt in the Betty Crocker sense of things. She had sheltered him from vicious fights, did her best to never let him see the dark side of her. The side that screamed out in the middle of the night, the monster she became when the withdraws became too much, and the zombie that over took her when the depression set in. As Zach grew older he remained faithfully at his mothers side. He defended her from the abusive men that tried to be the dark night neither of them needed. He took on his first job at fifteen to help out, and barley scraped through high school. He never stayed away from home more than a few hours, and anytime, regardless of what he was doing, he would be at her side with a single call. They were all each other had, and now that she was gone, Z felt incredibly lost. He was kicking himself for leaving her, even though practically all of his friends had either pressured him into going on the tour, or ridiculed him for being a momma's boy. But none of them would ever understand what it was like to walk in his shoes. Zach's mother had made him who he was today, the good and the bad. Although he was an arrogant, self righteous, prick he had a very loving and loyal side he hardly ever showed. Getting called into the tour directors bus to be told that his mother had passed had been the worse moment of the young bassists life. His reaction to the news had showed his pain, and left him with a broken hand. At first he had been angry. Angry at himself for leaving her, for not being there to save her when she needed him the most. Z had decided he needed a night away from the bus, some time to clear his head without Gambit trying to shoved alcohol in him for the millionth time this month. Gambit had helped him through a lot, comforted him when he was too ashamed to show the rest of the world just how hurt he was. The gossip blogs had blown up with the news, and a few of them had called him a cold hearted bastard, because he wasnt mourning his mother at all. The trust of the matter was Zach had cried himself to sleep countless times the last couple weeks, he barley ate, let alone emerged from his bus. He had been half tempted to say 'fuck it' and leave the tour all together. But thanks to a the close friends he had, he managed to stay. Zach sigh as he shifted and continued to write. The bassists often snuck out to the beach to clear his head and to write. Tonight he was attempting to purge all the feelings of inner turmoil and possibly get some relief. As he continued to write, the tears began to call more, to the point his vision was almost completely blurred. For the first time in his life he realized he was completely alone. TAGGING. WORDCOUNT. OUTFIT. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[SELENE HATHAWAY!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #6a5ca7 8px solid;] ► it seemed every time selene tried to bring her thumb down along the zippo's tumbler to ignite the flame, the wind would blow and spoil her plans. and the more she failed, the more her small tantrum of curse words and foot-stomping became. it was all childishly done so, and in a way that no one would probably notice unless they were already looking directly at her, so her dignity would still be in tact. hopefully. not that she could really care too much about how she looked in the eyes of the public, however; her damn cigarette wouldn't light, and she desperately wanted- no, needed it- and her stupid zippo wasn't cooperating with her. world class problems one-oh-one for selene. after about her twentieth try, her grip on the zippo slipped when she shoved her thumb along the tumbler again to try and light it. the contraption clashed into the water below her, and she gasped in horror. tucking her smoke behind her ear, she reached down and grabbed the anarchist zippo from the cool liquid. shaking it as best as she could, she started to inspect the lighter, frowning when she came to the conclusion she had figured it'd be; it was too wet to light now, even without the wind to blow the fire out. with a frustrated sigh, she shoved the wet zippo back into her jeans pocket and turned on her feet to face the shore. marching back to her boots as best as she could within the calf-high water, she grabbed her shoes and carried them underneath her left arm. as to where she was going, she wasn't exactly sure. all she knew was that she needed some source of fire, and she wouldn't stop until she got enough to light her smoke. a figure a little ways up the shore caught her attention, causing her to slow her mission-filled stride. at first she was more cautious than anything, her mind trying to grasp the concepts between friendly strangers and friendly creepy strangers. her plan, so she was starting to think up, would be to continue to casually walk by the guy without paying any visible attention to him. if he made a move, she'd kick him in the jaw with a sandy barefoot. but it was as she was getting closer to him that she heard a rare sound to come from any guy, especially out in the open; the sound of shaky breath, almost like someone was either on the verge of tears, or just beginning to cry. curiosity now had ahold of her still disorientated mind, and she stepped closer silently. after blinking away the haze, his hair came into view, and selene instantly knew who it was. she'd be able to make out his frame, hair style, and facial features anywhere. instantly she felt a rush of sadness wash over her from seeing her best friend in such a state. dropping her boots, she slowly dropped to her knees in front of zach, leaning in to give his forehead a soft welcoming peck. her eyes remained away from whatever he was working on; it was clearly something that had an effect on him to bring out these kinds of emotions, and sel respected his privacy. "hey, ratface," she said in a soft tone, trying to smile through her confusion of not knowing what was eating at him. shifting to lean against his shoulder, she rested her head against him and peered up at what little of the stars the city's pollution would allow. "we're a long way from home, you know? but it's okay, z. 'cause we're unstoppable." side-glancing at her friend, she reached into her pocket and fished out her smoke pack. routing through the smokes for one of the joints she'd pushed in there before going out for the night, she lifted the filtered end and pressed it between his lips. she was just about to grab for her zippo when she remembered it was still soaked. "hmm.. bare with me," she mused out loud in a soft tone, feeling his pockets for his lighter. when she found it, she retried it from the pocket it was in and lifted it up to light the end of the joint for him. afterwards, she slipped the lighter back from where it had come from, despite the fact that moments before she'd discovered zach, she'd been dying to find one for her cigarette. but with her attention on z, she completely forgot about the smoke wedged behind her ear, and her main concern was getting him back to a normal state. "hey, look. does that look like a set of tits to you?" she asked, raising her hand up to point at a group of stars overhead. with a bit of a laugh, she looked back at zach, hoping her small attempt was at least cracking the surface. she rarely knew how to act in moments like these around him without seeming like she cared more than she should for him. so, trying small things and hoping for the best was usually the way she went until things were back to normal, and she could fully be herself again. [/style]

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[zachary stone!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Well, I know the feeling finding yourself stuck out on the ledge And there ain't no healing - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Zach had never actually though his mother would have managed to kill herself, and the pain of it all was finally becoming real. At first the bassist had been in utter shock, and then angry with himself for not saving her. Yet as he sat there behind a sand dune, on a strange beach it all hit him how he would never see her again. Zach wasnt sure if he was upset at his mothers death, or that the fear of being completely alone was what compelled the tears to fall. Z wasnt the friendliest of people, he was extremely guarded, and very selfish. He had a couple true, and real friends, but for the most part felt like a burden to them. His own father had abandoned him at a young age, and not having him in his life had really left a gaping hole that had yet to heal. Zach felt unwanted, and unloved a feeling he had managed to hide from himself for years. But his mother's funeral had made him see just how important relationships were. Zach couldnt continue to behave like he was, taking people for granted, and using them for his own wicked games. Sitting in a church, and realizing that you, and only the pastor was their to see your mother into the next life had really broken him. Z hadnt realized until now just how lonely his mother must have been. No wonder she had killed herself, she had been living in isolation since Zach had left to tour. Zach hadnt been the best at calling her over the past few months, and he couldnt even count on two hands how many times he had made excuses not to go see her. In a since Z felt as though he had tied the knot on that noose for her. Zach allowed on of his calloused hands to come up and wipe his face, before he sobbed once more. He was a worthless piece of shit, and he wasnt okay with it. When Z felt lips on his forehead he jerked an obvious sign he had been caught off guard. Zach had been so deep in thought that he hadnt even heard Sel sneak up on him. When she spoke he sighed, doing his best to wipe away the evidence of his tears. "You didnt see a damn thing." he said in a cold and threatening tone. Zach had known Selene for years, but still wasnt comfortable enough with her to cry. Hell Z wasnt even comfortable letting himself cry, let alone another human being see him. "I mean it." came another harsh tone, as his eyes locked onto hers in a threatening fashion. Z's level of hostility and aggression dropped when Sel curled up next to him. Zach instinctively wrapped a tattooed arm around her in a protective fashion. When she spoke, he just nodded a little. "I never thought I would be out of that shit hole of a town." he said referring to Sel and his childhood town. Z had met Sel in high school, and in a sense had fallen for her the first time he had laid eyes one her. He wouldnt say he loved her in a romantic way, but she was probably the only female on two legs that he gave a damn about. Most girls were simple a warm body to stick his dick in, and outside of that he didnt care to know them. Zach had very little respect for woman as it was, and Sel had definitely earned his kindness and appreciation years ago. They had been through some tough shit together, and their survival had bonded them. "I'm never going home." Z mumbled lowly. He never wanted to return to the town that held so many terrible memories. After putting his mother in the ground he never even wanted to be back in that wretched state. A lot of people looked down on him and his mother, and he truly feared one day he would just snap and show those fuckers just who they were fucking with. Zach didnt even move when she went to retrieve the lighter just stared off into the dark ocean. When the smell of pot caught his attention however, he glanced over at her. His eyes began to fill with a desire to be disconnected from reality. At the first opportunity to steal a drag, he took it. Zach knew that this was only the beginning to their night. When Sel and Z got together it was never timid, laid back, or loving. They were two tormented souls who had a taste for narcotics, loud music, angry words and hardcore sex that left you hurting. Z cared for the girl at his side, but he would never allow himself a moment of weakness. He could never love her, let alone make love to her. He was too much of a disconnected, selfish animal for that. Z was just relieved that Sel didnt expect anything out of him but the creature he truly was. "Ive seen better, and there right next to me." he said with a small grin. "Any chance you would come home with me tonight?" he asked, his voice cracking a little as he spoke. "I really dont want to be alone doll." he said his blood shot eyes looking at her. TAGGING. WORDCOUNT. OUTFIT. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[SELENE HATHAWAY!]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] god is an excuse ○○○ whether it was her condition, or just her natural instinct not to react to most of zach's barks, she didn't react to his stern warning about her pretending that she didn't see him crying. she knew she didn't have to answer him for him to know that she wouldn't even bring it up to him in private out of curiosity. that was the one thing she enjoyed most of all about their friendship; she didn't have to tell him things for him to pick up on them, and neither of them wanted to pry into each other's business unless the other was willing to let them in. and since emotional moments rarely ever happened that involved tears around them, selene had never really been worried about comforting the man too much. but, of course, she had no idea what state his mother was in before he had left for tour- he didn't talk about her much, and family wasn't the kind of topic she thought of when asking questions. so, instead of reacting, she pretended that none of it had happened to begin with, and started to try and take his mind off whatever it was that was affecting him so negatively. "neither did i. and.. we don't have to go back, you know. ever." she breathed softly, trying to reassure him that she was willing to go where ever he wanted. as long as he wanted her to follow, of course. she had nothing waiting back home for her as it was, especially since most of what she cared about was currently cradling her into his side. after he had taken his drag, selene pulled the joint from his lips and started to lift it to her own. she ended up giggling halfway through exhaling her first hit because of his compliment on her tits, and she nudged him playfully with her shoulder. but the look in her eye was thankful for the compliment, and she rewarded him with a bit of a hungry stare that, admittedly, zach could only concur in her desire. taking another small drag off the joint before handing it back towards z to take with his free hand, she looked up at him with a bit more seriousness in her face. the glaze over her eyes had already started, her lingering buzz from before spiking instantly right back up to cloud nine. so, although she appeared slightly serious, her facial expression was just adjusting to the vacant, promiscuous face that it usually settled in when she smoked pot. "why wouldn't i, stupid?" she asked with a ghost of a smile, raising her hands to cup his cheeks with her hands softly, leaning up to deliver a bit of a heated kiss to his lips. "i always like using you as my heater." again, she tried to play off like she didn't notice anything wrong in his usual demeanour, and tried to act like she would've if he had asked in a more usual way. but she was determined to get his spirits back up and pumping, because seeing zach like this made her stomach unsettle. and unsettle stomachs never meant anything good when your mind was on alcohol and wrapping your lips around his dic- "when did you want to go?" she asked abruptly, her mind racing too far for her body to react. her lust had spiked just from being this close to him, and with the combination of the weed and her coming down from ecstasy, it wasn't getting any calmer. "i mean.. no one's here. and i think you're wearing a few too many clothes for my level of high right now." grinning, she shifted out of his grip, ignoring the squish of sand underneath her knees as she crawled her way between his legs. pressing her hands to his chest, she pushed his back down against the beach, plucking the joint back from his hand. with a mischief look in her eye, she lifted it up to her lips and inhaled deeply. pulling the burning joint away, she leaned closer to his face, probing his lips open with her tongue. once his lips were opened enough, she let her lips skim against his, and exhaled the second-hand smoke. as her lungs emptied, she planted a much more heated kiss than the first she had left, before pulling back to kiss down his neck to the collar of his shirt. with eager hands, she tried her luck with undoing his pants to see if he'd allow her to, selene's lips working away at the skin above the collar of his shirt, nipping and sucking. "let me make you feel better..." open / z ○ 784 ○ outfit ○ sorry for the waaait

[zachary stone!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Well, I know the feeling finding yourself stuck out on the ledge And there ain't no healing - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When she spoke of them never having to go back, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head. When it came to Selene she got to see the more compassionate side of Zach. Sure the man loved his rough sex, scratch scars, and general kinkiness when it came to fucking, there was that side of him, rare of course, that would allow himself to be softer. When he pressed his lips on any part of Sel he put work into it. He was capable of being gentle and tender with her, something he didn't bother with when it came to his nameless screws. He cared about her and that was the sole reason he snatched her up from the hell hole she called home and brought her with him. She deserved a better life, and to know that she would follow him to worlds end if he so much as asked, was the biggest comfort he had ever known. Z held onto her tightly, resting his head against her own as she just looked out into the waves. Zach was pulled from his thoughts when she handed the joint to him. He took another long drag before tossing the remainder into the sand. When he looked down he was greeted with her words before a heated kiss was placed on his lips. He kissed her back, his lips desperate to feel the comfort of her own. Zach tended to be better in bed when his emotions were a wreck. Z never knew why being emotionally distressed seemed to make everything better when it came to sex, but they did. Selene was in for a real treat tonight if she played her cards right. "And i lo---like when you are next to me." he said correcting his words quickly. He never wanted to say the L word when it came to Selene. Although he wasn't sure that was how he felt, he knew if he said it, and meant it that he would be trapped. With his other flings he tossed it around like it was nothing, but when it came to the sexy blonde before him, he couldn't bring himself to utter those damning words. "You fit perfectly against me." he said with a smile pulling her in a half hug. " I remember the first time you ever stayed over with me. God that seems like so long ago, we were just in high school then." he said with a smile. "I remember sneaking you past my mom, and drinking that whole bottle of vodka on my bed." Zach said with a smile. "That was the same night that you bit my lip so hard you made it bleed." he teased, "Fucking god damn piranha." he said with a laugh as he looked down at her once more. "You really meant the world to me back then, you were the only friend that endured my terrible home life to be there for me. If it wasn't for you, I don't think I would have made it this far." he said kissing her forehead affectionately. "Your my best friend." he said with a grin. Zach appreciated everything Sel had ever done for him. He appreciated her not tending to his emotional wounds, but rather pretending as though she didn't see him cry. She comforted him by letting him keep his ego intact, something most woman were not capable of doing. Zach chuckled when he heard the eagerness in her voice. "Patience minx, patience." he teased, but didn't help the matter when he let his hand slip between her legs in a teasing fashion. Though soon enough she had escaped his hold and had managed to get between his legs. When he felt her hand on his chest pushing him back into the sand he grinned. He watched her with lustful eyes when she took a drag on the joint, and leaned down. He purred against her lips when she attempted to part them. He felt the smoke pass through her mouth into his own. He inhaled before locking his lips to hers, his hands moving down her sides before gripping her ass. God she had managed to get him incredibly turned on quickly. He could feel himself getting hard in his jeans, something he had to admit would be a top ten irritant. When her lips moved down his neck, he groaned. God she knew just were to kiss, but after knowing each other so long they had gotten pretty good about what buttons to push. Zach's hands moved up her sides, pushing her shirt up along the way. Zach was not a shy individual, so he had no objection to sex in public places. His only concern was that the sand wasn't exactly going to be the most comfortable fucking surface. But when her hands started undoing his jeans he completely ditched the idea of moving. They could always fuck around a bit, and take the fun either home, or to that lifeguard stand he had seen on his way over to the dunes. Zach just nodded at her words, before tugging at her shirt a bit more wanting it off. After all she could make him feel better all she wanted, but he wanted to play too. Zach pushed her up a bit and pulled her shirt off her himself. He grinned at what he saw, pushing himself up into a sitting position and leaving her on his lap. One of his rough hands reached up to massage her breast, as his lips found hers once more. Z hungrily kissed her, nipping her lip for good measure before pressing his hips up into her. "Look what you have done to me." he said with a groan as he kissed her once more. His thumb moving back and forth across her nipple as his other hand slipped up to grip the back of her neck. "Now fix it." he said with a firm voice but a grin remained on his lips. It was times like now that he knew no other girl would ever compare to her. She was talented and seductive, and could get him hard with a mere look. Sel would be his constant temptation in this world, and the one thing that would keep him grounded. TAGGING. WORDCOUNT. OUTFIT. 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