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Post by christine emily sonnett on Jun 6, 2010 19:06:34 GMT -5
Kiss my eyes [/font]  And lay me to sleep--------------------------[/center] People were laughing. They were dancing. They were loud. Inside the bar was crowded; it was a typical Friday night, and as always people were practically drunk as soon as they stepped in the door. Well, that was just fine and dandy for them. Christine, on the other hand, was a few years too young. Even though her looks ranged between ages sixteen to maybe even nineteen to some people, she was only fifteen, perhaps sixteen (even she was not quite sure of her own age, having never kept count of her birthdays, and having no family or friends to remind her). The only reason Chris was permitted to come inside was because she knew two of the bartenders, who fixed her a meal every now and then. Even so, she was always hesitant to enter, not wanting to attract attention to herself.
Christine slinked across the dimly lit room, past the row of pool tables, with her hood pulled securely over her face. Avoiding all eye contact other than Susie’s – the one of the employees whom she knew – as she claimed a chair at the bar counter. With a quick smile, Christine told her, “The usual, please.” Susie disappeared into the kitchen to throw together an oh–so–adult grilled cheese sandwich.
While she was gone, Chris glanced around, careful not to meet any stares. Only three or four other people sat at the counter, the two seats on either side being empty like always. Nobody had any reason to sit by her since other, more preferable seats were available. A television was playing a sports game, probably football, but those sitting on the couches around it were either talking/laughing their asses off or something that looked like eating each others faces off. Either way, it was gross, and she turned around to face the bar again, squirming a little in her seat. Feeling impatience creeping into her conscience, she just sighed audibly and rested her forehead on her folded arms atop the counter. |
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Post by QUINN LEVY on Jun 7, 2010 15:45:13 GMT -5
[align=center] [/b][/color] Quinn told him, digging into the pockets of his jeans to find the pile of ten dollar bills he kept there, just for nights like this. His plan was simple, drink until he couldn't walk straight, smoke and possibly get into a couple of bar fights. Picking up his beer, he turned around, smirking, trying to find a place where he could get into the most trouble or to be able to easily access the bar without bieng stuck in between two people. His eyes found a spot where there were two empty seats beside each other. Someone had their head down on the bar, and he decided they might be fun to bug. Walking confidently down the bar, he kept the smirk in place and sat down. As he did, he asked, "Start the night a little early?." Letting the smirk leak into his voice, he brought the beer bottle up to his lips, taking a gulp, waiting to see if they would retaliate or fight him or something. Being nice wasn’t his strong suit and he didn't let it bother him either. Quinn didn't really have a conscience. [/size] 
TEMPLATE CREDIT: Stinepusen| WORD COUNT: 346
POST STATUS: finished | COSTARRING: Christine Emily Sonnett [/b] [/size][/ul][/align] |
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Post by christine emily sonnett on Jun 7, 2010 21:15:12 GMT -5
Kiss my eyes [/font] And lay me to sleep----//------------------------//----[/center] The seconds ticked by slowly, and with each the chatter in the room seemed to grow more boisterous until it made Christine want to bang her head on the surface of the counter. Her food was probably only half done by now, but even so, she longed to just snatch it straight from the grill and get the hell out of there. The room itself smelled like alcohol, and God knows what else. Irritation flickered in her thoughts, and she was about to just get up and leave when the seat beside her creaked. She jumped involuntarily, startled, but didn’t dare glance up. As far as Chris knew, the person would hopefully just order something and leave. But just as her tension seemed to fade, there was a voice, deep and definitely masculine. She didn’t have to look up to know whoever it belonged to was speaking directly to her.
Christine stiffened, hoping that if she didn’t reply, he would leave. But when he remained, she stole a breath and collected her thoughts into a more properly composed expression. She turned to reveal her full face and just gave the man a look, simple a glare that clearly said, Piss off. Chris resisted the urge to accompany that smoldering glare and childishly stick out her tongue. Her eyes lingered on the young man’s face for a second or two; he was actually quite handsome, she noted, despite the beer in his hand and the rather smug look on his face. And regardless of her expression, she was frightened by him, intimidated by the way he was simply coming off in her perspective. Hell, he was a grown man; she was a teen girl. Christine definitely wasn’t very strong, both on physical and social terms, and she knew it. Escape? Perhaps jumping over the bar counter, or maybe even risking the dash to the door. All this tension from a simple greeting; that’s just how jumpy little Christine was.----//------------------------//----
This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
This is what I brought,
You may forget me!
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Post by QUINN LEVY on Jun 8, 2010 5:15:48 GMT -5
[align=center] [/i] Realising he was gaping open mouthed at her, he composed his face back into the smirk. It didn't reach his eyes and they melted a little bit. She was alone and Quinn knew a lot about that feeling. It wasn't the funnest emotion. She was obviously telling him to get lost with her eyes, staring at him as if she wanted him to melt into a puddle. The bottle felt real and cool, bringing him back to his senses. Well some of them. Shaking himself he sat up a little straighter. "A little young to be in a bar." He sounded less confident and a little more shook up. Raising up the bottle once more to his lips, he took a gulp. After all he had just been shocked by some kid in a bar. She seemed to be a little tense and Quinn felt kinda bad. It was probably his fault. Now it wasn't often he felt sorry but he thought he should say something. "Ummm, I swear i'm not gonna kidnap you or anything. In fact, kid, you may just want to ignore me. One, question...no, two. One, how old are you? Two, who let you into a bar ?"He asked, a little pissed that someone had let a child into a bar. Bars were not the best places for kids. You had some pretty bad people out there. He was surprised he actually cared but he didn't like it when kids got into a bad situation. He glanced over at her and went over the conversation. He hadn't given her his name. Maybe if he did, she'd relax a little. "My names Quinn, by the way, if that helps." Quinn felt out of his comfort zone and a little bit worried that she'd try and hit him for the kid comment. But honestly, what was I supposed to call her. Maybe i should have said something else. He shrugged, adding to his thoughts, can't take it back now.[/size]
TEMPLATE CREDIT: Stinepusen| WORD COUNT: 350
POST STATUS: finished | COSTARRING: Christine Emily Sonnett [/b] [/size][/ul][/align]
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Post by christine emily sonnett on Jun 10, 2010 1:10:36 GMT -5
Kiss my eyes [/font] And lay me to sleep----//------------------------//----[/center] His reaction alone was just enough to spark a smug thought inside Chris. Well, perhaps she’d misjudged; was there the slightest the chance that he was in reality a sensible guy? Or was he just pretending to care and actually thought of her like just another chick at a bar? With that question unanswered, Christine’s tension remained with only a slight waver. Her ‘back off’ expression faded into her real emotion; timidity. But she waited for him to say something, and what he did say was just what most other men said – right before they got all nasty and tried to hint sick suggestions about things she had rather not known of, let alone be asked of. But somehow his earnest face alone faltered her edgy sense of security. The guy seemed so sincere.
Chris blanked out and only listened silently. As when he went on, he seemed so uncertain of how to phrase each sentence to her. When he promised she couldn’t be abducted, she nearly rolled her eyes; like she hadn’t heard that one before. When she was addressed as a ‘kid,’ Christine wasn’t bothered in the least. Almost everyone called her that, due to the lack of access to her real name. She hardly gave it out.
The man’s questions were typical, but as she was beginning to expect from him, he really seemed like he cared. However, his last statement simply puzzled her and altered her perspective. He told her his name! That was a change…This ignited a sense of both suspicions, and yet, the beginning of trust. She was reluctant to speak, but it was her turn, and the polite thing to do was answer him (even if Chris still distrusted him greatly). Her lips had only just parted as she prepared to say something, but her dinner suddenly arrived, and when she looked up, she grinned at Susie gratefully, but secretly more grateful for having saved her than for the sandwich. Susie turned to greet the one talking to Chris, but then her own smile faded into an immediate grimace, like she’d seen this ‘Quinn’ guy too many times, doing too many bad things for her to trust or like him. Christine looked back and forth at the two grown-ups, wanting to ask Susie what was wrong. But then a one of the chefs called from the kitchen. “Susan! Order 84 is up.” Then the bartender dashed off with a single warning glance back at Quinn.
Christine blinked, confused, but began to pick at her crispy sandwich. Then she remembered Quinn was waiting for an answer. Her voice was unsteady at first, quivering slightly with uncertainty. “I come here for food,” she mumbled, giving him a small gesture toward her plate. She didn’t tell him her age; she had no clue. And very reluctantly, very quietly, she added another statement.
“My name’s Christine.”
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This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
This is what I brought,
You may forget me!
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Post by QUINN LEVY on Jun 10, 2010 19:13:06 GMT -5
[align=center] [/i][/color] He shook his head slightly, trying to figure out why she was in the bar for food in the first place. "Ok, .so you come here for food. Where's your parents, legal guardians or whatever? Why do you have to come here, ki-Christine? My parents never let me get away with this shi-take. Although people living in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones and all that cra-stuff." Quinn laughed quietly. He had never cared about swearing but now he did. What was happening to him? Am I suddenly feeling the need to protect someone. Na, can’t be. I just must not swear in front of kids. Tipping up the beer bottle, he took a small sip. Why the hell is she all alone in a bar? Why do i have a feeling she won't get in trouble for this? He thought. Quinn once more shook his head then grinned, although look who's speaking. I hid everything for months until I got tired of hiding and wanted to be free of the rules. He looked over at Christine. She looked like a good kid but looks can be deceiving. He frowned taking a small whif of her jacket, looking for the smell of drugs or smoke without attracting too much attention. Nothing, so she seemed to be as clean as you can get. But again the question, came back to where are her parents? She scared him a little. It seemed like she didn't have anyone telling her what to do and yet she was clean as far as he could tell. It was a little weird. From the time Quinn had turned 13, he had been causing trouble for everyone and anyone. The world of kindness and caring was a far away realm in Quinn’s world. [/size]
TEMPLATE CREDIT: Stinepusen| WORD COUNT: 327
POST STATUS: finished | COSTARRING: Christine Emily Sonnett [/b] [/size][/ul][/align]
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Post by christine emily sonnett on Jun 11, 2010 19:05:43 GMT -5
Kiss my eyes [/font] And lay me to sleep----//------------------------//----[/center] Nibbling at a bit of bread crust, she listened as Quinn queried her of the usual topics. Why are you in a club? and Where are your parents? Chris noticed how he was carefully rewording his statements. But, again, she didn’t care in the least – she lived around words like the ones he was trying to hide from her. But she wasn’t so immature as to use them. She rolled her eyes but made sure that Quinn wouldn’t see it. She’d addressed these questions before – and with varying answers that weren’t always the truth. She eventually just found herself picking the sandwich apart in dissatisfaction.
Christine didn’t feel like telling the truth. Or at least, that’s what she told herself. She really didn’t want to worry him. She didn’t want to tell him that her parents had abandoned her and left her of the streets to search for her own food. Besides; her unfortunate strife wasn’t his problem. So eventually, Chris said with the most promising face she could muster, “My parents are out of town. Susie is my only other family, and she works here. Most of the staff know and welcome me here, just as long as I stay away from liquor and stuff.” So convincing. Hopefully, that wouldn’t come back and bite her in the ass.
Christine gave him a smile, but to her dismay, it didn’t show in her eyes. Instead, they showed the grief and regret toward her mother and father. They revealed the gaping hole in her heart where her family had once been. So she closed them and began on her food again, trying to hide how much she needed it once she realized it. Chris didn’t particularly notice when Quinn leaned closer to inhale her scent, only that he was closer than before. She flinched and sat still, ready to jump up and run if necessary. Damn, she didn’t have a clue how many of her little white lies were going to be believable, or if any of them were at all.
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This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
This is what I brought,
You may forget me!
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Post by QUINN LEVY on Jun 14, 2010 19:12:58 GMT -5
[align=center] [/I] Quinn thought. He ought to know the signs. After all he’d lied enough. He looked deeply into her eyes and the smile she had put on was also a lie. He took a small sip from his beer before saying calmly, "Bull, I‘ve lied so often the signs are obvious to me. Wanna tell the truth?” He glared at her while trying to show he just wanted to make sure she didn’t get into trouble. Making sure, he held her gaze so he would know for sure if she lied, he set his beer on the smooth countertop, turning the stool so that he was facing her. "I‘ve got ways to find out but I‘d rather hear it from you. Otherwise there’s shady meetings, money exchanged and a lot of absolute….dishonesty. Better to hear it from the horses mouth as it were.”. Quinn wasn’t lying and he let it show in the grin he flashed at her and his eyes. After a few minutes, the grin slid into a straight line, not showing any emotion but staring intently at Chrisine. When he set out to find something, he would find it all out and it was generally through unpleasant methods. Not torture but lets just say, that Quinn wasn’t known as a bad boy just for his mouth. "After you tell me the TRUTH[/i]”[/color][/b], he emphasized, "I will leave but you haven’t got a chance of making me move until I find out the truth.”[/b] He let a bit of challenge slide into his voice at the end. Which might not be as good an idea as he might have thought just because he didn’t know Christine all the well and she did know the staff really better. But Quinn couldn’t help it. He was a pigheaded fool sometimes and this was turning into one of those times. [/size]
TEMPLATE CREDIT: Stinepusen| WORD COUNT: 317
POST STATUS: finished | COSTARRING: Christine Emily Sonnett [/b] [/size][/ul][/align] |
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Post by christine emily sonnett on Jun 24, 2010 0:35:11 GMT -5
Kiss my eyes [/font] And lay me to sleep----//------------------------//----[/center] Christine almost snorted. Jeesh, this guy was persistent. She nearly wanted to start banging her head on the counter, or at least slam what remained of her food in his face and take off. This was none of his business. He had no right to go sniffing through her history. Quinn had locked gazes with her, and she could only stare back for so long. Finally she tried her best to ignore him, stubbornly hiding her face in her arms. “No. Go away,” she said, voice muffled but at the same time still audible over the noise in the room
But then he practically threatened her. She held her breath. Shady meetings? Money exchanges? How in hell did that have anything to do with speaking the truth? Her heart picked up. Was this man dangerous? Surely not! He might be annoying but he definitely wasn’t associated with any gangs or drug dealing or something. Right? But even if he were, she had no reason to tell him. Chris sighed and looked up as he told her how he wouldn’t move without his answer. She laughed once with no humor.
“Alright then. Have fun not moving,” she said as she abandon her food and slipped out of the chair. She started to push her way through the crowded room, away from the creepy guy.
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This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
This is what I brought,
You may forget me!
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