Post by Alexa Hansen on Jan 24, 2010 17:51:05 GMT -8
i grab and hold on tightly but i start to slip
cause i've got a problem with my self-control
It was a wonder how nighttime could fall so suddenly. She had barely covered a block from her house before the sun departed, and dusk emerged. And silence had followed soon after. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was planning to do for the night. She had considered many options, but her choice was intricate. The weekend had arrived sooner then usual, and she was definitely thoughtless. She had been asked by a few to parties and small get togethers, but none caught her interest. It had been an suggestion from herself, to wander the streets till something fixated her, but the moment she left her house the image of Christophe’s had flashed through her mind.
Her impulsive nature was raging, and she was urging to do something reckless, though she wasn’t content with falling into a drunken haze. It was all so puzzling. And the many distractions nearby her weren’t assisting. The sharp breeze was piercing especially brushing her bare legs, where the small white dress she wore ceased to cover. And the crème jacket only managed to protect her arms. It somewhat easy to disregard, not as much as the dull light. Clouds began to veil the moon, and the streetlights were fading dimly. It only made her journey complicated and she was forced to gaze intensely at the walk in front her; to keep herself from falling over her own feet. Fortunately, her destination was near. Staggering in, she swiftly placed herself in a seat. The farthest one she could find from the entrance. It was satisfying to be away from the wind, but the atmosphere wasn’t exactly brilliant. The stench of alcohol and sweat was overwhelming. However she knew it wouldn’t take long before she grew used to it.
The seat beneath her shifted in a languid motion as she swung her feet forward. It made quiet whines, from the lack of movement it received, she presumed. But she was much too consumed in her design to give it any mind. Torn pieces of white tissue had been arranged into a disfigured shape. She continued to rip off pieces of her napkin, adding it to the shape with no specific need as she waited for her drink. Well, to be honest she had simply ordered water, for once. She was indecisive on whether she wanted to wake to a hangover or not; soberness had never been this appealing. But for every moment she sat in boredom, the farther her morals slipped. Tedium had always been an immense problem, though she would never admit to it. Alexa was someone who took pleasure in being oblivious. After all, what you don't know can't hurt you, right? Well she didn’t have time to further the inner dispute before the bartender finally positioned the glass in front of her; she traded it for the thin colored paper in her hand. Pushing aside the ravaged napkin, she pulled the drink forward, examining it for a moment before lifting it to her lips. The crystal was bitter against her skin, but the liquid within was utterly invigorating. A contrast to the somber room surrounding her. Placing the glass back onto the counter she began to trace her finger along the rim, attempting to occupy her mind. It always put her in a harsh mood when she let her mentality wander; it seemed to move to places she wasn’t content considering.
She returned to her masterpiece, tugging back at the white fabrics to her desire. The picture had no meaning yet, just an accidental arrangement of different sized rips. They were scattered aimlessly, but they each clung together almost. She furrowed her brows, contemplating her next move. One fault could ruin the…Well, whatever it was she was trying to make.
WORDS ;; six forty-four!
TAGGED ;; siena!
CREDITS ;; ice nine kills.
LAYOUT ;; created by erica.
NOTES ;; here you go (:
TAGGED ;; siena!
CREDITS ;; ice nine kills.
LAYOUT ;; created by erica.
NOTES ;; here you go (:
