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Post by amelia on Aug 20, 2010 17:57:23 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Amelia loved animals; it was weird because when she was a little kid she was half terrified of them. They gave her nightmares and made her feel scared all the time. Whenever there was a dog, she would walk away quickly, putting her head down and saying all sorts of different prayers. They seemed like little demons, always yapping and then barking, she had once been chased by a dog up the hill and it was the most terrifying experience of her life. She could never see a dog after that without screaming out loud. They just scared her. Other animals scared her too, even the friendliest ones like a cat or a rabbit. She didn’t know why, she compared each animal to a dog and just got scared by it. But then one day her father helped her get over her fears. He bought in a stray dog once, and it had lived with them for so long. The first few days Amelia stayed locked up in her little room inside their caravan, not coming out of it, scared to see the little dog. Her father had one day promised her that the dog was gone and so she had come out, slowly at first, very wary of her surroundings and then the dog came bounding out, barking at her and Amelia just froze. She had no idea what to do, the dog was just their, it had come to a halt at her feet and Amelia felt like crying. Her whole body was shaking but then the dog did something weird, something that Amelia had not expected at all. It nuzzled into her, stroking her legs a little and then trying to lick her. It tickled her, and ever since then that dog had been Amelia’s favourite. She figured out how to control her fears and how to interact with animals. Soon she became good with other animals too, like cats, rabbits and horses and her love for animals grew. It was rare of her to get frightened by any type of animals these days. If she was, she would laugh at herself, remembering the days that she was terrified of dogs, and then she would push her fears back and carry on with her life. It amused her now to even think about it, but it made her feel upset too. She missed her dog, she missed him so badly. He was like her little companion, always making her feel better when she was upset, but now she was dead and he was given away to the animal shelter because he didn’t feel comfortable with anyone from her family.
Amelia remembered faces more than names, it was just difficult or her to remember words. Faces were much easier; especially if it was a friendly face. But then again, angry and scary faces were easy to remember too, because those types of people left an impact on you. She didn’t like remembering people, but sometimes it was necessary, sometimes like now it was necessary. When Wren told her to slather someone with cheese, someone who she knew from her previous life who deserved a good slathering, Amelia froze because that was when she saw him. He was with his friends, laughing his head off as he came out of the theatre that she and Wren had been in. How could she have not noticed him? Oh yes, it was dark in there that was why. Amelia’s hands trembled a bit, but she kept her face straight.
“I think I know someone who deserves a good slathering now.” He was definitely going to get it, as well as his little friends. He didn’t even really go to jail for what he did because the police refused to believe it, but now she was going to cheese him. Sure it wasn’t as bad as what he did but at least it was something right? He had hurt her, raped her and then killed her. He hurt her family, he made her go crazy and she was supposed to feel calm at the sight of seeing him? She hadn’t seen him at all in the six years that she had been dead, she didn’t know how the justice system worked but she had thought that he would have at least gone to jail for what he had done. Turned out she was wrong, or if she wasn’t then he definitely went in for a short period of time. His father probably got him out of it, after all his father was a bit of a famous person around Empress, if his farther could be, he would’ve been probably something like the Prime Minister of Empress. The people of Empress thought that his family could do no wrong that was why her family got egged when he had to do a bit of community service for his first assault upon her. Amelia took the cheese nozzle out of Wren’s hands quickly, determined to do this before the guy got away, and then she aimed it at him and pulled on the trigger. For a second nothing happened and then it all came blasting out, the tube nearly getting out of her hands. Amelia aimed it at him exactly and then he got cheesed. She moved the tube around a bit, to get more of his friends and some other innocent people (which she did feel bad about). She smiled, this was the first time she actually felt quite happy. “You know what? I like cheesing people.” Amelia smiled again, it seemed as if the workers had no idea what was happening as they saw a floating cheese tube.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 946 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// LOL, I'M TIRED NOW.
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Aug 22, 2010 0:00:35 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. It wasn’t as if Wren was haunted or tormented by so many people in his time alive. Really there weren’t very many people out there that he hated, just some groups of kids that acted all that. Not very many people had actually messed with Wren mentally, and he had never had his feelings hurt by anyone so there was really no vendetta in this all. Thinking up this little plot in his head was actually not meant for him to get any pay-back or pleasure in attacking someone he didn’t like from the past. Really it was all for some ghostly fun, to create some news in such a small town like Empress. Of course there would be witnesses to the event that was about to take place, but really, how odd would it seem to have a nacho machine act up and spray all sorts of random, or maybe not so random people? It would be something to be put in the newspaper, maybe, and if it was Wren knew that he was going to collect that week’s edition. Just from the fuss that Amelia had displayed when she was in the movie theatre, he could tell that there was something running through her mind and that there were some people that she just couldn’t find herself confronting on a positive note. Then again, there was usually someone in another’s life that needed a good lesson or a talking to… or to be slathered with cheese. Of course Wren would be the one to prompt Amelia to fire at someone that had made a negative impact on her because that would just make it more interesting and fun for him. In a way he was doing Amelia a favor.
Wow, isn’t he just the sweet, sensitive type?
It was actually interesting seeing this small girl with a cheese-machine gun in her hands. There was something lethal about it in a… cute sort of way. He raised his eyebrow slightly when she spoke, and decided to look out at the groups of people that were getting slightly closer to the counter. He tried to follow Amelia’s eyes to a group of guys and suddenly he understood. The group of guys looked like they were trying to pump themselves with testosterone. It was disgusting, really, looking at them. They were exactly the type of people that Wren liked to pick fights with when he was alive. Just the smug look on their face… it was just something Wren wanted to get rid of. He looked back at Amelia again and realized that she was perfect for this. She obviously had a beef of some sort with them; there was just that look in her eyes that made him almost… proud and yet very aware that she was ready for some cheese action.
Once she actually had started to pull the trigger Wren could feel a suspense building in his stomach. It seemed that the dispenser was slightly hesitant, but once it started it poured a great amount. He watched it stream over on top of the man and all of his buddies and that was when Wren realized he recognized the guy… kind of. It wasn’t that Wren really interacted with him, but he knew who he was. Back when Wren was still alive there was one Mayor of Empress that had a son who had been charged of a murder case, and yet somehow they had been dropped. Wren didn’t really familiarize himself with it that much, but he knew the face of a younger version of the man who used to be the Mayor. Of course, now Empress had a different council, but that was one of the more famous incidents that happened. He looked at Amelia now and thought carefully to himself if he actually recognized her. He had been dead for about three years now, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t try to remember more from the past when he was alive. It was difficult for him but her name was slowly starting to form something else in his head, of course he could never be certain, but Wren had always been a scientific and good guesser. He tried to pull himself out of these thoughts, however difficult and bring himself back to this moment right now. “Well that’s good, sometimes we all need to all let our hair down,” He watched the faces of the now ferious men who came closer to the counters demanding an answer from the working staff. One of the staff members started to approach the cheese machine, which made Wren a little more curious. Just as the lady worker came closer, Wren pulled the trigger in Amelia’s hand and squirted the cheese at the lady, then dropping the nozzle. “Do we stay and find more other things to start chaos with, or do we run and see what happens from a distance?”
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 823 NOTES//: I’m jumpy, trying to plan out when I move out.
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Post by amelia on Aug 22, 2010 11:35:46 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Amelia never knew why she was tormented so much during her school years, yes she was different than everyone else, but yet she was still similar somehow; wasn’t she? She was a teenager, a blonde like many others that were in the school, she was filled with hormones, and she ate, drank and sleep. She was similar to them, but yet she was still so very different. She was a vegan, apparently the school hadn’t seen many vegans and if there were any vegans, they were in hiding. She took drugs, that wasn’t much different was it? There were a lot of children that took drugs in Empress, they were just good at hiding it, Amelia was too since she only took it when she was at home. Seriously, what was different between her and the others? She really had no idea and she bet that if she did ask those children what was the reason of them hurting her then they wouldn’t have managed to find an answer. She was glad Wren had talked her into slathering people with cheese, because she had found the perfect person. She found him, after wondering what had happened to him. She really ahd no idea what she felt as soon as she saw him, she felt angry, hurt and worried. Worried that he was going to hurt her again, do something to her, push her to the side and just hurt her like he did all those years ago. Look at her, it was as if she was in love with him or something, but she was far from it. She hated him, she was just worried that he would pull the same tricks, but why would he? She was dead wasn’t she? So he wouldn’t be able to do anything to her, she was safe, but she still couldn’t hold that fear after she saw him. She was angry because of what he had done; she hadn’t even done anything to him! She was angry because he was scot free; he didn’t have to pay for anything he had done. She was hurt, because she felt as if she could feel those entire blows that had been forced upon her when he had taken her.
She felt Wren’s gaze on her as she held the cheese machine nozzle in her hands, she felt as if she was on some kind of mission or something, to kill someone and to be honest, it actually felt good. She saw him raise his eyebrows at her and then just shook her head; right now all she wanted to do was cheese him. But she waited, she didn’t know why but she felt as if she needed Wren’s permission to start. She felt guilty about what she was going to do, but he deserved it. He really deserved it. She looked at Wren as he looked at the boys she had chosen and she was glad, he seemed alright with it too. She nodded quickly and then pulled.
The guy that she was cheesing was hot; Amelia couldn’t lie about that, but that sexiness of his was what had gotten her into trouble. She had believed his words, his lies. She never thought that the Mayor’s son would ever want her, she was crept out, but she felt happy, that someone saw something inside her. It made her feel happy. She couldn’t help but to remember all those talks that he spoke with her, how he would stroke her hair and speak to her lovingly. Before she let the cheese go, Amelia scratched her head awkwardly, wondering what she should do. Should she go along with it? Yes, yes she should. She couldn’t back down now. He had hurt her, forced her, raped her, he had kicked her, used his friends on her. She had been punched, kicked, raped; she had been hurt the most. And right now it wasn’t as if he was guilty about it. He didn’t even bother to remember what he ahd done, he didn’t remember anything. He had been charged for the murder of her, he was a shoddy killer anyway. His fingerprints had been found on her, everywhere, but still, he had been found not guilty. The case had been shut down and no one believed anything. His family had done so much not to let it all come out to the media, but it had, and they got more publicity and everyone believed them, her family got publicity too, but for all the wrong reasons. The media had said the only reason Amelia went out with him was or his money and his power, and many other stories ahd emerged out from this. She shook her head out of these thoughts; she was going to get him, after all her family had suffered much more than she had. She gave a small smile as the cheese finally fell upon him and when he began to shout. She froze in fear as he began to walk towards the counter, to talk with the workers. Then Wren had pulled on the trigger as the employer walked towards the cheese nozzle. The nozzle then dropped to the ground and Wren spoke. “Wait, give me one more minute.” Amelia looked behind her and saw bunches of candy, she grabbed some and began pelting the guy with it, one by one each candy left her hand and hit the guy on the head, the arms, the body and the leg. He winced as each hard candy hit him and Amelia smiled. She stopped as the candy in her hands finished, she looked at Wren and smiled, “Now we can walk away and watch from a distance. Not as if we’ll get caught.” Amelia smiled again and walked away, glaring at the guy behind the counter arguing with the woman.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 976 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// AWW, TO CALGARY RIGHT?
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Aug 22, 2010 21:21:48 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Wren was a little surprised when Amelia started to pull out the hard candy. He hadn’t even thought of that, or even seen it. He had only seen the packages of bagged candy. He smiled slightly when Amelia started to lob them over at the man that Wren slowly was starting to recognize. The more and more he watched Amelia’s reaction to him the more Wren seemed to start forming in his head his assumptions. When he was alive he had always been known for being a good guesser and being able to read people a little too well. When he was even just a small child other children would accuse him of being a warlock or at least for having the ability to read a person’s mind. Of course these were silly, childish ideas, but at the same time Wren had always wondered how he had become such a good guesser. It was probably just one of those talents he randomly picked up from looking at people. Finally, he watched as Amelia ran out of candy to throw at the group of men. There was something in Wren’s stomach that dropped a little, just watching the expression on Amelia’s face. There was so much hidden inside that petit body of hers and he was getting ready to go into question mode.
As they started to walk away from it all Wren winced a little. Part of him missed being alive to have more of an adrenaline rush with this sort of thing. After all, that was the point of getting into trouble—having a great rush. He remembered being with one of his few guy friends and pushing over different things on shelf in the middle of a grocery store, and once the manager came out to talk to them about it, Wren pulled more stuff off the shelves, onto the floor and ran, just to feel that rush. He even remembered occasionally shop lifting in the bigger cities and then pumping his legs and his heart with adrenaline, it was fantastic. Now he had just watched some people be cheese, and even pulled the trigger once, and he couldn’t run just for the fun of it all. It was slightly depressing, but at the same time he knew that it was also a good thing that he wouldn’t get charged for it all.
He almost dragged himself as they walked away from the situation. It was actually interesting to watch the counter from a different perspective, rather than being right behind it. Now he could see the scene as if he was just another, innocent spectator. He imagined that some magicians worked like that, and thought of how neat it would be to do that if he was still alive, but he needed to focus less on that and find something else to focus on. He knew that Amelia was basically right beside him as they ventured on the outside. The man that she had covered in cheesed was pissed off and yelling and most definitely not impressed. Wren heard something about suing the cinema, but then the workers at the counter tried to calm him down and say that there must’ve been a malfunction and that they’d call the manager. If there was anyone to feel bad for it would be the girls working the counter, but he doubted that they didn’t deal with these sort of ignorant assholes on a regular basis, so he didn’t take himself to be too pained over it all. Finally, he found himself sitting at a bench that gave him the perfect view of the discussions at the counter, and the people wandering into the different theatres. Then he turned his face to Amelia, and he remembered everything that ran through his mind only momentarily ago. “Now Amelia, I may not know everything about you but there are some things that I could easily assume about you, but it is never a good idea to assume anything without having some real facts or ideas. Now, the first clue to all of this is that expression I saw on your face, the next thing I would like to know, if it isn’t a harm for me to ask, is what exactly is your last name?” He raised his eyebrow as he asked the question. He knew that maybe once he heard a last name that things would slowly form the perfect puzzle in his mind and he could either fill in the rest by himself or else he could ask Amelia herself, but for now he was feeling quite high on himself for becoming a detective-like figure. “And also, I would like to know the name of the guy that you just smothered in cheese, because I have this weird guess in my head that you at least knew who he was and if you could at least give me a definite idea of who he really is, that would be nice because I think I might recognize him myself.”
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 838 NOTES//: yup, hopefully with heather.
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Post by amelia on Aug 23, 2010 0:30:06 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Amelia couldn’t help but to pull out the candy, it was just there, calling out to her and she had to do it. She passed the big bags of candy, wondering if she should even bother with trying to open them, but she didn’t, the hard, small candies were easily accessible and they were rock hard. All the better to hurt him with. She smiled evilly, not bothering to see Wren. Wren was gone from her entire mind through the entire lobbing. All she was thinking about was the guy I front of her. Thwack. That one was for saying he loved her. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Those ones were for each punch and kick she had received from his friends. The next few were for him raping her and the leftovers were for not going to jail and for hurting her. Amelia was angry; extremely angry, all thoughts about pacifism were dropped from her head. She didn’t care about her morals at that very moment, after all, when did he think about it when he had hurt her? She groaned in anger as the candy in her hand came to an end, she wanted more, needed more. But it was fine for now; she could do something to him later. She could find him later again and hurt him. There was only one thing in her head; revenge. But then she saw Wren who must’ve seen her acting like a psycho and she stopped herself from grabbing anything else.
As Wren and she began to walk away, Amelia wondered what her parents would think about her doing something like that. She really had no idea, even though her and her parents were really close, it didn’t seem as if Amelia knew how they would react. They obviously would be angry that she lost her patience, but still, the guy did murder her, she had rights to do so. She knew her brother would be proud though, he always was whenever Amelia did anything, even if it was something wrong like pelting a guy with candy and cheesing him. She smiled at what just happened, it did feel good actually, she should have gotten angry ages ago! It made her want more, it made her feel excited and fidgety, she couldn’t wait for the next time she would do this. If there was going to be a next time.
Amelia saw Wren wince a little as they carried on walking. “Hey, you ok?” She was worried about this guy, just minutes ago he was happy and full of energy and after everything that had happened, it was as if he was literally just dragging himself, as if he was not happy at all. Was it because she did everything and didn’t really give him a chance? She voiced her thoughts out. “Are you disappointed that I hogged the cheese machine? I promise next time I’ll give you full responsibility of it.” Amelia joined two fingers together and put it over her chest, where her heart should have been and smiled at Wren. She didn’t like this side of Wren; he was getting her very worried. She awkwardly scratched her head as she followed Wren, Amelia was still pumped up. She knew if she was alive, blood would be coursing through her veins rapidly as she got an adrenaline rush, but right now she felt as if she did have an adrenaline rush. She felt excited and happy, and this really was the first time in the six years that she had been here. Wren finally sat down on a bench, and Amelia seated herself down right next to him. She looked at the scene unfolding in front of her and giggled as he complained about his clothes, and when she saw the vein nearly popping out of his head. He was holding his shirt out to the woman, as if he was going to smother her with the cheese on his shirt, and that was when Amelia felt guilty. The woman had been working innocently and now she was being yelled at even though it was all her fault. Not really Wren’s since he didn’t do much apart from spraying her with a little cheese too. She shook her head as he told her he was going to sue the cinema, how typical of him. But Amelia was still happy and proud of herself that nothing could get her down from her happiness. But then Wren spoke and she froze a little. What did he know? She looked at him as he spoke, there wasn’t enough expression or emotions on his face to show her what he thought, but Amelia knew Wren must know the story. She sighed slowly; guess she would have to tell him. She whispered softly, “Vayro. Amelia Silver…Vayro.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall behind her as Wren spoke again. She smiled a little though; Wren seemed to speak a lot. Then she removed that smile off of her face, he definitely knew the story. “His name is…Lucas Callaghan.” Amelia bit her lip and then moved forward on the bench, opening her eyes to look at Wren.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 868 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// AWW. (:
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Aug 26, 2010 22:04:43 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. As a child, Wren had been a victim to anger black outs, where he would feel completely enraged to the point where he would act out, but not be able to remember a thing. He would achieve such a height of anger that eventually he would just pass out and wake up somewhere (usually at home in his bed). It wasn’t frequent that this happened to him, but it usually did when he had a lot of pent-up emotions, which he did since it was rare that he expressed himself in any way. He could actually respect everything that Amelia seemed to be going through. He knew right away that he wasn’t a part of her world. She was lost somewhere else in those moments, and it reminded Wren of when his mother would be sitting next to Wren’s bed after his blackout and she would explain to him what happened during the time that Wren had blacked out. Except, this was a little different. It was interesting to watch the process on the outside, watching and looking inward. Wren could actually see exactly what Amelia was seeing, feel what she was feeling. Everything made complete sense to him, because he knew somewhere inside his dead body he had been in that situation. He smiled slightly. Even when he pulled her away, he could sense that there was still some adrenaline pumping through her that made her want a little bit more, but Wren had other thoughts on his mind, which oddly weren’t for destruction but for curiosity. Now Wren was returning to his scientific self.
Wren looked at Amelia a little confused when she asked if he was okay. She must’ve misread something he did, because he was completely find, just in his state of thinking, which was actually one of his prouder times. He loved to explore the world and act all scientific, as if there was so much more meaning to everything else in the world. Rather than being destructive too people, he actually liked to solve the great mysteries of the world, after all, that was how he ended up here in the first place. “Oh, don’t worry about it deary, I am but peachy.” He looked at her with the same smile that he usually carried. And then he started laughing when she said her last bit. It was always a little amusing when people had their own thoughts about what was going through his mind. Oh the ways people assumed certain things, it was cute really. “Oh no, honestly, I have no hard feelings about that, sometimes its better to just observe everything that is happening rather than be right in it, gives you perspective, you know?”
Empress was such a small town it was difficult to live there and not know at least some of the pieces information that were flying about, although usually Empress for more full with rumors than it was full of truth. Wren tried to think back of all the ridiculous incidents that happened when he was still alive. He wasn’t exactly sure what all he knew, especially since he wasn’t too good with memory work unless it was something that he dived right into, and this was something that he couldn’t actually remember jumping into. He thought that maybe there was something about it at school, but mostly all he remembered was hearing little bits of conversation that his parents had together about it, and he knew that sometimes that wasn’t the best thing to listen to. He also remembered going to the grocery store and his mother talking with another woman about a certain incident, and then something about the mayor of Empress being on his last year term. He could almost hear his mother’s voice now, so faint, “If he thinks that he is going to be voted onto council again, he is sadly mistaken, I don’t think this town needs any more drama than it already has.” How typical of his mother to take the view of an activist rather than of the people. But she was right; there hadn’t been a mayor that was elected consecutively since then. He thought of Amelia’s last name. It did sound familiar. He could actually imagine it right then flashed across the news paper. All he needed was the name of the boy now. He waited patiently before saying anything, and then the name hit him with ease. He was pretty sure he remembered this boy. Not really because he was anything too special, but mostly because he remembered the last name sewed across a school jersey. The last name was somewhat famous within the town, but Wren was never one to be too fond of fame. He was starting to feel pretty certain with himself the more he dug into his old memories. He remembered going through news papers and seeing tons of articles at school for projects, but of course this was years after the incident, using old news papers. He remembered the image so clearly now, but it was a younger version of the man that he had seen today being cheesed. He just needed to ask one more question and then that was all he would need. “I hope this isn’t too personal, but I need to ask you something that is… well personal.” He turned to look directly at her and gently placed his hand on top of her hand. “But what exactly happened around the time of your death, like, how long has it been, and if you are able to open this to me, how did you die? If it is anything I will even share my information with you if it makes you feel more comfortable.” He actually did not want to share too much about his own death, he hated giving out information about himself. But he really was curious. He felt like he was detective right then and it was one of the coolest feelings ever. He really should’ve been one if he was still alive.
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 1,008 NOTES//: yahman! But meow~
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Post by amelia on Aug 27, 2010 13:42:08 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Amelia and anger, that was one thing that really was not meant to go together since Amelia and her family tried to live a pacifist life; with her family succeeding but Amelia not. No matter how much Amelia tried, she couldn’t help but to get angry, she couldn’t help but to let that feeling rise through her body, she really couldn’t stop it at all. She couldn’t stop feeling angry, whenever something bad happened or whenever someone said something crude to her, she would feel the familiar feeling of anger coursing through her body. It wasn’t good, she knew that. If her family could not get angry that easily, then why did she? Why couldn’t she keep all that down and her happy vibes up? Every day when something bad happened, or when someone said something about her family or did anything to her family, Amelia would fight an internal battle with herself, whether she should retaliate or whether she should just stay quiet; thankfully most of the time she chose to stay quiet otherwise her parents would have been disappointed in her if she decided to get into fights. She didn’t want to disappoint her parents in any way, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself. It was just hard trying to control that anger, people thought that because she was blonde she was a ditz, dumb and all prep like; but she wasn’t. So it was a surprise to some people when they saw anger flare up in her, they thought that she was dumb and wouldn’t understand much, Amelia hated all these stereotypes. Anger was something which she would have to give up, luckily for her there weren’t that many people that made her angry in this life; a good start, was it not?
But she couldn’t help but to feel that one thing or the other would make her angry. That someone actually out there, wanted to get her, wanted to make her react in different ways so that they could torture her, she didn’t know why, but it was better to stay wary of people. She didn’t really know what to think of Wren anymore, it was just different with him. He was definitely a nice boy, but she had no background information on him, she didn’t know who he was, which family he came from. It was all different. She knew nothing about him, so should she trust him with anything? But Wren gave out easiness, he gave out a good feeling and he seemed like a good friend to her, even if they had actually just met moments ago. She smiled at Wren as he told her that he was fine, sounding like an old man when he called her ‘deary.’ She nodded and then shrugged her shoulders at Wren; well at least that wasn’t the problem.
The word of the case between Callaghan and Vayro spread through Empress like wildfire; after all, small towns did hold more gossip. It was printed in newspapers, the fraud that Mr Callaghan was, the father of the guy who murdered her. How he cheated the council of their money and all that, Amelia knew all the stories, she could say it since she memorised nearly all of them. After all, the stories were about her. Some newspapers were nice, they took her side, but she knew they mainly did it to piss of the Callaghan’s. But some newspapers wrote crude stuff about her, making her seem as if she was some kind of gold digger. The town had drifted, but it seemed as if the Callaghan’s had more supporters, not that Amelia even wanted supporters, but the people that were on her side literally just wanted to piss of the family. So that wasn’t any good, it wasn’t as if anyone actually listened to her story. No one wanted to know anything about her, in the first trial Lucas was given the full verdict, her side hadn’t even been heard and she knew that Mr. Callaghan had a big hand in that, fortunately her brother managed to get the case re opened. It was a long, tiresome battle between the Callaghan’s and the Vayro’s, which ended up with Amelia being killed and Lucas Callaghan walking free. But of course, the people with more power and money got what they wanted. She looked at Wren, awaiting his reactions, knowing that there were probably more questions coming along the way. She gave a small chuckle as he told her he needed to ask her something personal. She nodded at him to continue with his words, it wasn’t going to hurt her to say this story all over again, after all she had repeated it many times in court, the judge giving her the decision to change anything, but she gave the same answer all the time, no matter what the consequences were. She gave a small smile as many questions fired out of Wren’s mouth. She sighed slowly and kept her eyes on Lucas as he still argued with the employer. She tilted her head to the side, still staring at him. “I died six years ago Wren. Murdered, by the bastard in front of your eyes. I died and he walked scot free. Didn’t get charged for anything although there was so much evidence stacked up against him. Nothing at all.” She didn’t know what else to say and kept quiet. Wren could say what ever he wanted now.
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Aug 28, 2010 14:49:03 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. For a small town, Empress was one of the most eventful. There was actually only a few select times of year when Empress had festivities of the sort, but that wasn’t the type of entertainment that Empress was full of. A lot of it was politics and the relationships going around in the town. There were so many dirty affairs, and networking with the council and the few businesses that ran about. So many arguments were brought up, so much gossip flew around and every first Thursday of the month there would be a “Town Meeting” where people of the town would gather and discuss things that they have problems with, or make suggestions. Sure that might make the community seem like everyone was in perfect work with each other, but actually it usually stirred more problems and was one of the main reasons that Empress seemed to be split up by the people that live at the top of the hill and the people that live in the lower parts of town. That was probably why the scandal with the Callaghan’s had been so huge, because nothing like this had happened in a long time. Having a political figure with a misbehaving son seemed horrifying to so many people and as far as Wren could remember, there actually wasn’t too much said about the victim, who he presumed to be Amelia at this point. Mostly people focused and what they thought they knew and what they didn’t know was the victim. But of course just the idea of everything happening was a pretty little story for the local newspapers and so many people were sickly drawn to such a grucesome subject that it seemed all those newspapers were limited edition. Wren knew when he saw the paper in his old English class he cut it out and folded it up in his pocket so he could take it home later that night to read all about it. Even trying to remember the glimpse he had of the face of Lucas there was a look on his face that screamed violent and guilty. So why hadn’t he been arrested? I couldn’t have been too young, and even if he was there were always delinquency schools. As much as Wren was interested in politics and the sciences, he could never understand how being wealthy gave a person more rights, it was sad, pathetic and disgusting.
Just as Wren had suspected. He had a way of being right about lots of things, being able to guess the thoughts of others. It was either a true talent of foresight or else it was just an annoyance to many. He kept quiet for a moment as if giving Amelia a moment of peace in her mind, as a way of giving silence for the appreciation of what she shared. There had been a lot that must have happened to her and somehow she was here, and somehow she was also haunted by this figure that they had found. Sure, she probably wasn’t exactly haunted, but somehow Lucas had come here and she had met with his eyes, however he could not reach hers. That was why Wren very little felt shame for the actions he took against other people. It was karma, what goes around comes around. Wren knew that maybe that person felt like they were on top for a moment, but as soon as Wren stretched out his leg a little, they would trip off their high horse and maybe realize in order to balance the good in life they were going to need some bad. Wren knew that for the bad he caused that there would be unfortunate things that happened to him, but he didn’t care about that and only tried to focus on the good so the bad wouldn’t be able to affect him. He wished he could share that with Amelia right now, because she probably needed something else rather than the constant image of this horrible man.
“Ah, yes, I knew from the start there was something about you that seemed a little familiar and this just made everything pop up more clearly in my mind, I do have to congratulate you for getting him so well, I may have not of recognized him right away, I mean that was a long time ago and I was pretty young then, I guess.” Wren didn’t know why he was even talking about himself. He typically hated saying anything about himself, but rather just thought about it to himself. He sighed and brushed his hand through his hair. This was actually an odd situation for him. With the same hand that he ran his hair through, he placed it gently on Amelia’s shoulder, hoping to draw her gaze away from Lucas. He patted her lightly and smiled as sweetly as someone like him could. “You did good, kid.” Wren stood back up, taking his hand away from Amelia, and bringing it back to his side. He could feel himself stretching in place and suddenly thought of how he wanted to do other things instead of sitting here like a bunch of lumps. There would be better things to do than wallow in the past, and he was sure that Amelia would agree with him on that, whether or not she would say something or decide to join him.
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 899 NOTES//: LA,LA.
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Post by amelia on Aug 28, 2010 17:37:20 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Amelia didn’t like Empress, she never had. What was there to like about it? The people were rude and didn’t give a toss about anyone else. She had no idea if this was true for all people, but in the eighteen years that she had been alive, and the six she had been dead, she had never met someone who was nice to her. She had not met someone who gave a fuck about her. Ok, maybe that was putting it harshly, she actually had met quite a few good people in the six years here, but the eighteen years which she spent living in the previous life, and she had not met anyone. It seemed as if people only changed when they came to this part of death, they would not be nice to anyone when they lived in Empress before they died. It was so bizarre that they wouldn’t be nice before but it seemed as if they thought if they were nice here then they would be sent to Heaven or a better part of death instead of staying in this void. Amelia knew that would never happen, the Shinigami was smart, he knew all the nooks and crooks in this life and he would ensure that they would stay here, for what reason she did not know. So what was his ulterior motive? Why did he want to do something like this? It wasn’t going to get him anything would it? But what if there was something in store for the Shinigami? The guy scared her; it was as if this place had turned him bitter. The opposite of everyone else. Just what turned him bitter though? Why was he so different? There was no one that could answer these questions, no one that she knew of course. No one here really talked to her as well, most people ignored her but in some way this life was much better than her previous. Even though it didn’t have her family in it, even though she could just burst out singing like she did when she was at home, it was much better. Better because she had made some friends, friends that actually didn’t judge her. Friends that tried to get to know her and understand her before they made their judgement. No one made their judgement on her by just looking at her. They didn’t see a dumb, ditzy blonde like they thought she was. They tried to understand her and that was what made Amelia happy. At least the people here were much nicer even if they weren’t in their previous life. She had made herself believe that this life was better.
She was glad that she had met Wren. Even though she had made many friends already, even if she rarely did see them and couldn’t really call them that, she found Wren to be the best person she had met in this life. He was sweet, although he didn’t really look it. At first glance Amelia didn’t like Wren, but she didn’t make her judgement yet. After all who was she to judge? But he just seemed so scary, sitting in the theatre alone, it was just weird to see because everywhere she went she rarely saw spirits alone. But when he ran after her towards the bathroom, when he told her not to get scared by a movie and when he spoke to her, he was just...great, really. No she wasn’t falling in love with him, she just adored him, and Amelia adored everyone who was nice to her. It was just something that she did. If someone was nice to her, sweet to her or cared for her in anyway she adored them. She just had to. But when Amelia didn’t like someone, she didn’t. She did this after careful thinking, after all not everyone could be as bad as Lucas could they? No one would be bale to hurt her now since she was dead. Well they could, couldn’t they? Some people did not change in this life, they were the same and she knew that if Lucas ever came to this life he would still be the same. But not everyone was Lucas, no one was like him. She had to believe that.
She nodded her head at Wren as he spoke to her, telling her that no wonder she looked familiar to him. She was familiar to everyone; it was just that her name was not memorable. Her face was always supposed to memorable anyway, it had been printed on newspapers for about three weeks or more straight. She smiled as Wren congratulated her, albeit it was not a full smile, she was still smiling just to get back to her normal mood. Amelia narrowed her eyebrows at Wren, he sounded so old when he spoke like that. Not that she was an ageist, but it was amusing hearing him speak like that. “How old are you now Wren?” She looked at him as he sighed, the adrenaline in her body was becoming slower, it was leaving her body and she didn’t want it to go. She wanted to do something else; she wanted to forget that she ever saw Lucas Callaghan. She smile over at Wren as he placed his hand on her shoulder, but felt a bit weird, yes he definitely seemed old. “Thanks, I think I did well too Wren.” She raised her eyebrows and then looked at him as he stood up. Amelia did the same, she didn’t want to leave Wren now; after all she was having fun. She teetered on the tips of her toes and played with her hands for a few seconds before looking at Wren. “So...what do we do now?”
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Aug 28, 2010 22:17:15 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Maturity was something that Wren had always held. He had never been the type to be completely immature, in fact he hated it when people acted like they were still small children rather than their age. He was well aware that with all his thoughts based around science and philosophy and so much other stuff such as this, he may seem almost ancient to people, but that was something he never really let get in the way. He realized that he was acting a way that was so out of character for him. At least, it was out of character when he was with another person. Normally he would only act like that when he was alone, thinking to himself or writing in his note books. No one had other brought out anything interesting enough for him to contemplate the universe around. He smiled slightly at this as he realized how much Amelia and him were actually different, even when it came to death circumstances, but that was something that he would never share with her… not ever. He looked at her almost questioningly as she asked him of his age and for a moment he had to think. He should be something over twenty by now, but he wasn’t. “Well I died when I was nineteen if that is what you mean, but I think I would be something of twenty-two if I was still alive.”He tried not to give away too much information. Just the thought of that made him cringe. He could look into someone else’s life but he refused to let them see too much of him.
Wren was exactly what Amelia was not. Amelia was a victim of murder and Wren was a murderer. He doubted that she would ever know that because it wasn’t long after he had killed himself. Once again, that was just something that the girl didn’t need to know. He was pleased that earlier when he said that he would reveal more about his death that she actually didn’t ask any questions about him. He preferred it that way and was still slightly regretting even mentioning it to her. He made up a plan in his head in case she did ask him something. He would tell her as little as possible. Maybe one day she would figure out that she had associated herself with a man that had caused a death, but that day was most definitely not today and was most definitely was not going to happen in the duration of time that he would spend with her.
Wren let his eyes wander around the building. After the cheese machine, what else was there really? They could walk back into the movie theatres and see if there was any sort of light-hearted comedy playing. Or maybe there were some of those stupid crane machines where you could try to go after a stuffed animal with a three-fingered claw. Wren had always loved those things when he was younger. His mother would take him to bingo and he would play on them for hours trying to collect beanie babies out of there, his favorite was a dog that had been named “Butch”. He started walking and realized that Amelia had actually said something to him. He forgot that there was someone there, actually and he stopped mid-stride and looked back at her. “Well I was thinking about going to see if there were any lame arcade games like air hockey, or one of those zombie fighting games, or dance dance revolution or well, crane games, anything really, just something to do in the building. Anything that you like in particular?” He waited for an answer for only a moment before he started to inch his feet closer to where the theatres were, and where a game room should have been. He couldn’t quite remember it since he hadn’t been her in a while, but he was sure that the game room was just across from the first theatre door. Inside there would be (he imagined) an air hockey table right in the center, two dancing pads with screens in the farthest corner and the rest of the walls would be littered with racing games and gun man games, which Wren had actually never been much a fan of. Now he was itching to pull away from this room where all the intense yelling of Lucas was starting to become a nuisance. He was sure it would be loud in the game room, but in a less sadistic sort of way.
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 762 NOTES//: you reply way too fast ;p.
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Post by amelia on Aug 31, 2010 16:58:44 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Amelia didn’t know what to think of herself sure she was mature but she could also be childish especially when she was at home. It was fun to be immature; it just reminded her of her childhood days. You were always crazy, immature and just plain crazy when you were young and Amelia missed those days. She missed how care free she was, not caring about anyone hurting her, or not even thinking about it really. She missed the way her troubles were always gone when she got a kiss from her mother. She missed the way her life was so simple, so easy, nothing ever hurt her, nothing ever made her feel as if she was worthless. She felt so innocent and extremely happy back then. But as she grew older she became less childish, growing up and she hated it. She didn’t want responsibilities and such, even though she didn’t even get much of them since her parents never really nagged her to do any chores and such like normal teenager lives. She was still free as a teenager but she knew that she had to have more responsibilities, especially when she began school. She analysed people when she was in school, she looked at them and wondered how they were all different, albeit there weren’t really that many. Amelia looked at Wren as he spoke, he seemed very...hesitant to give her an answer, and it was obvious that Wren did not like speaking about himself. It was as if Amelia would judge him in somewhat way. “Aha. You just seem so much more mature than a twenty two year old.” Amelia gave him a small smile. He really did.
Amelia wondered as to why Wren was so hesitant in speaking about himself. She just met the guy and already he seemed like a charming person, he wasn’t crude and mean; although he did seem to be, he just did it when there was a reason and he had to say something, but that was fine because that was honesty. Something which Amelia appreciated. He was a good guy, well to her he was. She hadn’t heard much about him around Empress, so he seemed like the type to keep out of things. And he was sweet. So this guy was an all around good package, except...well no one could be that good, could they? There must have been something wrong with Wren in his past and he was hesitant to tell her. Well maybe he was hesitant to tell anyone else too. But she wanted to know, though she would not ask him; after all she did not want to seem like some old, nosy woman and then lose the only...friend that she had made in this life. So she was going to stay quiet. If it aroused once more, then perhaps she would ask him then. But only then, she didn’t want Wren to get angry at her or something like that.
She didn’t like it when people got angry at her, hell she didn’t even know that many people but yet still they were angry with her, or hated her really. But she couldn’t so anything about it, it wasn’t as if anyone was going to change their opinion about her. She wondered as to what they were going to do now; it wasn’t as if she knew the place or the people of Empress that well, so now everything really rested on Wren. He knew where to go; he knew this place, so she would have to follow him blindly. She had to trust him, and if he did want to do something bad with her, well he probably wouldn’t be able to since there were a lot of ghosts around now. She stopped when Wren stopped in his tracks and then looked back at her; it seemed as if he had forgotten she was there. That wasn’t a surprise, everyone did seem to forget Amelia that easily, and although she probably didn’t expect that from Wren, it still wasn’t that surprising. Amelia nodded as Wren spoke about going to some dance game and air hockey. What the hell were they? She tried to keep the confused expression off of her face and when Wren asked her anything she wanted to do in particular, she froze. Completely thrown off for a few seconds. What was she supposed to say? Her brain racked around for a few seconds before she spoke. “Oh nothing really, you can choose...” Amelia smiled at him, happy that her answer gave nothing away. But what if she had to play the games too? Maybe she could just tell him that she wanted to watch and was not in the mood to play, that would be fine. She followed after him like a lost sheep and then stopped next to Wren as he stood in the entrance of the...game room; as it was titled. She took a look back at Lucas who was still complaining and rolled her eyes, and then she looked back at the game room. This looked like total fun. Too bad she had no idea what to do.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 861 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// NO YOU REPLY WAY TOO FAST!
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