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Post by symphony-rain wilkens on Apr 6, 2009 20:59:45 GMT -5
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya _________________ The girl couldn't help but flinch at his words. It wasn't the swearing, really. Her cousin Drew, who she had grown up with swore like a sailor. It was more his accusations. Undatable? She hoped not...but it was very likely. She hadn't dated very much...but she'd never considered herself undatable, or anything...then again, she'd never even thought about it. It was in that big pile of things she refused to talk about, the pile that was thrown in the back of her mind. The one she refused to take out unless it was dragged out by someone. She didn't even consider herself innocent, even if everyone else did. Probably because she never thought about it. She never thought about the fact that maybe, just maybe, it was odd that she was nineteen years old, had never touched a cigarette, and never had even the tiniest bit of a alcoholic beverage. Or maybe she was just in denial.
"Maybe I am..." She said, in her quiet voice. Even if his voice wasn't as scary as it had been earlier his words still stung. Maybe not enough to make her cry, or anything, but that was just because she'd learned at a young age not to let people see you cry if you could avoid it. "Right. I'll..." She was about to say see you later, but she highly doubted she would. Or at least she hoped she wouldn't. "Bye." She said instead, turning away from him and walking towards the door.
But that was as far as she got. Because the second she reached it she saw someone through the glass door. Maybe it was niave of her, or maybe the fact that he appeared to be wearing a long black trench coat type thing that he could hide knives in, but she was scared just looking at him. The way she saw it she had two options...she could leave, and probably be killed, or go back and talk to...oh, she didn't even know his name. It was kind of sad, but the second option sounded just a bit better.
She turned around, biting her lower lip, and walked back over timidly. When she got there she had an idea. She would just ask him, nicely, to take her home...and if he said no she'd have to cal someone else, and hope they could make it. "Hey...um...this is going to sound stupid...but would you mind walking me to my motel room? Or at least away from here?" Looking at him with what she hoped were pleading eyes she hoped he wouldn't question why, as she really didn't want to admit the reason.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 6, 2009 21:53:05 GMT -5
Johnny shook his head again as Symphony waddled away in fear. He almost felt relieved to have her away from him, as he didn't have the strong urge to shove de-purifying things down her throat anymore. Silently, Johnny cracked his knuckles loudly, and began to migrate back to his own table. He stopped for a quick moment to pick up Symphony's abandoned beverage. Not afraid of his own damn spit, Johnny took a sip of it, and mentally shrugged his shoulders. Starbucks was empty by now and his coffee had grown cold, the whipped cream most likely melted into the rest of the drink. There wasn't much else for Johnny to do besides head back to his crappy, rented apartment.
He was halfway to the door, having inconsiderately left his own drink back at his table and taken Symphony's along with him. It was then that she entered back into the building, a greater look of terror on her face. Johnny paused a moment, looking at her as though she were a bothersome child that wouldn't go away. When she spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle aloud. "Thought you were scared of me." He told her, all the while, wondering what had made her change her mind. He wasn't naive enough to believe that she had suddenly found him charming and sexy and wanted to take him home for a romp in the bed. Fuck that.
"Whatever, kid." He said, shrugging his shoulders at her in a very careless way. Johnny pushed open the door, though didn't stop to hold it for Symphony. She was skinny enough to pick up pace and slip on through the closing door anyway. He did wait though, figuring that it would be useless to try to walk ahead of her when he really didn't know where her motel was. Upon his wait, Johnny took another sip of the iced drink Symphony had and cringed. As the two of them started up walking, Johnny carelessly flung the drink in front of the man in the trench coat, splashing his only a bit. He wordlessly sucked the taste of the beverage off his fingers.
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Post by symphony-rain wilkens on Apr 6, 2009 22:36:59 GMT -5
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya _________________ Symphony had been hoping in vain that he hadn't realized just how scared of him she was, but it seemed he had. What was she going to say to that? Lie and say she wasn't afraid of him, even though she obviously was? Or just go on her own. Neither one really sounded like a good idea to her. The first one was a major no because she was a horrible liar, and the second because she was even more afraid of the strange looking man outside than the one in front of her. So instead of saying anything she just blinked, and looked at him, a timid smile on her lips as he agreed to go...even though she was still a bit scared, and the smile was kind of forced. Okay, the smile was extremely forced.
"Thanks..." She muttered, following him out, just barely making it through the door before it shut. She hadn't been expecting him to hold it open anyway. He was many things, but she really didn't think a gentleman was one of them. Actually, all the things she could think about him weren't all that nice...but of course she wasn't about to say that.
Despite the fact that she was looking down at her feet while she walked, she still noticed when he threw the drink, and where it landed. A nervous squeak escaped her lips, as her head snapped up, and her pace quickened. "Why did you do that?" She asked, her brown eyes wide with fear, and a little bit of admiration. It seemed he was not afraid of the guy, even though in Symphony's eyes the man in the trench coat was far scarier than the guy she had walking with her. She just really hoped that the man didn't get annoyed, and yell at them, or follow them and kill them or something! Okay, her imagination was probably acting up, as it often did...but she was an artist, it was probably normal. Or at least she hoped it was.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 6, 2009 23:21:44 GMT -5
It must have been perfectly clear by then that Johnny didn't play by anyone else's rules. He was unafraid of most things that anyone would be, and he certainly went out of bounds on plenty of things. Throwing that drink at the trench coated man's feet was a wonderful example. Had Johnny not been so sure that he wouldn't do anything, he probably would have been shot in the back of the head for being so rude. But he was not, seeing as the man had only been a man like any other, no knives or guns hidden within that heavy, secretive coat of his. "What?" He retroted, shrugging his shoulders. It was as if he hadn't even noticed he had done it. "He won't do shit." He said confidently.
Johnny, for the most part, let Symphony lead the way, only because he was too lazy to pick up his pace and beat her there. As they got to walking, he became more aware of the place they were headed. It was just some motel in the middle of the city, a little ways from his own apartment. He wasn't so sure what would happened once they reached there, whether she would invite him in or politely, frightenedly ask him to be on his way- which he would do with the careless shrug of his shoulders.
"So you've never had a real kiss. What about smoking- you do that?" He questioned, not exactly trying to start conversation, but was actually interested. He wanted to know just how inexperienced she was, so he knew what he would have to expose her to.
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Post by symphony-rain wilkens on Apr 7, 2009 9:41:01 GMT -5
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya _________________ By this point in time Symphony was thinking about how maybe she would have been safer if she'd just went by herself. She just kept expecting the man to get up and kill them both, but it didn't happen. She stole a look over her shoulder, and noticed that he was still just sitting there. Huh. Maybe he was right, maybe he wouldn't do anything. But that still didn't slow her down any, at least not until she was out of his sight. For all she knew the man could have just been biding his time, getting ready to pounce at any moment. "If you say so..." She muttered, still walking slightly quickly, but trying to make it appear like it was the normal way she walked.
Once she was out of seeing distance of the scary looking guy she slowed down a little bit. She probably would have been fine on her own at this point, but she wasn't going to ask him to leave her alone now. That would just be rude. Plus it was very nice of him to walk her there anyway. As she heard him ask his question she looked at him, wide eyed, in surprise. Smoking?! Never in her life! The closest she'd ever gotten to holding a cigarette was when her cousin asked her to pass her his pack. But she would never, ever smoke. It was just gross, really. She didn't judge people who did do it, but she would never. She vowed it at a young age, and didn't really expect to break that vow.
"No. I don't smoke." She said, with a shrug, trying to sound non chalant, as though the very idea of smoking didn't revolt her. "I guess I don't really see a point in smoking..." She added, this part much quieter than the first. She wasn't going to go into some big rant about how it kills, like some people would have. She wasn't one for talking much. Back in school when she had to read things aloud it was pretty much like torture to her, especially when she had to read her own writing. The very thought was almost enough to make her shutter.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 7, 2009 10:28:35 GMT -5
He honestly couldn't remember what life was like without all the things that made a persons innocence drain away. Smoking, drinking, sex, drugs. Drinking, sex, and drugs he had started at a young age, but smoking he had been responsible enough to pick up the habit when he was eighteen and old enough to purchase his own cigarettes. Johnny never much liked depending on others to get some kind of fix. That, and the sight of some prepubesent child trying to puff on a cigarette bigger than his fingers just didn't appeal to him. Johnny was wise when he needed to be, but sometimes to bold and egotistic to care.
"No smoking." Johnny repeated her, choking on his words. It was hard to find someone who hadn't sucked in the cancerous smoke even just once in their life. Where he should have respected her for that, he didn't. "I'm guessing that's a no on drinking then, too. Or any kind of drug, or any kind of fun in life." He scoffed, really annoyed by her glowing purity at this point. They were growing close to her motel by this point and he had only one more question. "Are you actually undatable or have you had a boyfriend before? You know, like in middle school or some shit, seeing as any relationship you're in can't be serious. You don't even fuckin' kiss the guy." He said, probably hurting her more than he meant to.
Wordlessly after that, he pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. All the talk about smoking was tugging at his crave for nicotine. Skillfully, he placed the stick between his smooth lips and lit it with ease. He wasn't going offer her one, partly because he was too selfish, and partly because it just wasn't the time. If he was going to corrupt her, introduce her to these dirty, unhealthy habits, it was going to take time.
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Post by symphony-rain wilkens on Apr 7, 2009 10:58:23 GMT -5
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya _________________ Symphony liked to think that event though she didn't do all those things that apparently, in Johnny's little mind, were the only way to have fun she still had fun. She was a pretty happy person, most of the time...and she did other things that were fun...like...draw...or paint...okay, that was pretty much all she did for fun. But surely it was funner than doing drugs or getting drunk. And probably a lot safer, as well. The main reason for her not drinking was really just because she grew up seeing her cousin Drew slowly turn into an alcoholic. Just like his father. If it weren't for that maybe, just maybe, she would have had a drink in her life. But she'd seen what alcohol could do to people, and she just didn't like it.
She didn't bother to respond to him about the drinking thing. It wasn't really a question as much as a statement. And if he wanted to think she didn't have any fun she didn't care...even though she did have fun. Just not in the way he was thinking. But what he said next hurt her. She had a boyfriend! Just because they didn't spend all their time making out didn't mean it wasn't serious. She glared at him, and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling completely and utterly pissed off. "I have a boyfriend, thank you very much. I like to think we're pretty serious, as we don't just have a physical relationship. Relationships are more than just sex, you know. Although I'm sure you don't." Of course even though she was pissed off she didn't call him a number of the bad names that she was just itching to call him. Mostly because half of them she'd never actually called anyone, unless it was just in her head. She looked ahead and saw her motel, glad that she wouldn't have to talk to him for much longer. Because even though he was pretty interesting she couldn't say she particularly liked talking to him.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 7, 2009 14:24:57 GMT -5
Drawing a large amount of smoke into his lungs, Johnny looked down at the younger girl walking alongside him. He seemed to be leading now more than she was, walking at a steady pace towards the motel that was undoubtedly Symphony's home. She simply wasn't smart enough to give him a fake address, or lead him to an alternate motel or set of homes. Instead, she was foolishly leading him directly to the place she lived, where he could, at any time, visit her. Johnny would probably threaten her with this, but if they were to part on the terms they were on now, Johnny never intended to return or meet back up with her. He wasn't one for carrying on any kind of relationship that wasn't sexual.
Johnny being Johnny, she should have known that he wasn't going to spare her from the cigarette's toxin as he released it from his lips. He watched it blankly as the smoke circled around the blonde. Perhaps the only good thing about this was that his particular brand of cigarettes smelled quite nice. To Symphony, the scent may actually be tolerable.
The motel was in sight, growing closer with each step they made. He couldn't say he was really looking forward to dropping her off, nor was he dreading it. In all honesty, if he closed his eyes and the two of them stayed quiet, he probably would have forgotten where he was going and why he had left starbucks. He wasn't quite sure where he would go after this little drop-off. He would have begun to think on it, come up with a plan to pop into the nearest bar, if Symphony hadn't suddenly snapped, crossing her arms and raising her voice a notch.
"So you have an angry mode?" He said, nodding in approval. He took another drag of his cigarette. "Now why would you accuse me of something like that, saying I wouldn't know what a relationship being more than sex is like? You know nothing about me yet." He replied, voice calm, unangered. He may have had a quick temper, but such a small, unthreatening girl was not going to burn his fuse.
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Post by symphony-rain wilkens on Apr 7, 2009 16:34:55 GMT -5
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya _________________ It wasn't until she heard what he said about having an 'angry mode' that she realized that not only was she angry, but she had so obviously done the very thing she usually tried to avoid. She'd actually shown how angry she was, and she usually did a good job, but there had been something about his words that had just rubbed her in the wrong way. So, yes, she did have an angry mode, she just wasn't a fan of that angry mode...but the thing that really made her upset was that he wasn't sad, or mad, or anything like that! It didn't so much upset her as confuse her, but she was a little disappointed. The few times she'd actually allowed herself to get upset other people usually ended up being upset as well...but this time there was pretty much no change at all.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know anything..." She muttered. She was sorry, even if she knew he kind of deserved it. She was always sorry when she ended up saying such things, even though the other person always deserved it. That was just the way she was, she couldn't help it. Then again, she'd never exactly tried to help it, either. Luckily for her by this point in time they were pretty much right in front of the motel she was staying in with her brother and cousin..of course she got a separate room than them. Thank god. She hadn't even thought about giving him a fake address, or anything like that, mostly because she assumed that after this he'd leave her alone. She always assumed the best in people.
"Thanks for walking me." She said, looking towards the door to her room longingly. But it would be rude to just walk off, he had done a nice thing in walking her, even if he'd also said some not so nice things. She wasn't really one to hold grudges, though, so even though he'd only done one nice thing, and it seemed like he'd said a million rude things, she'd pretty much forgiven him...mostly just because she didn't think she'd ever even see him again, so there was no point in even trying to hold a grudge.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 7, 2009 20:56:36 GMT -5
There they stood in front of the motel, which wasn't the most pleasant of sights, like a hotel or actual home, but it was better than his rented apartment. She was just lucky they hadn't been walking there instead. Just the sight of the inside of his apartment would make her cry and dry heave. Even to Johnny, it seemed like the walls were closing in on him with how small the place was. That is, he was almost assuming she would be claustrophobic, considering that she was pretty-much-everything-else-phobic. But as it stood, he knew nothing about the young girl standing front of him, just as she knew nothing of him. When he had told her that, she had simply apologized quite passively. Johnny cringed.
"Fuckin' christ. You're niceness makes me wanna puke." He spat, a look of disgust on his face. "Look, kid, you can't back down. You can't let people walk all over you and shit." He said, looking at her as though she was a ten year old he was having to teach a life lesson to. That was pretty much the case, as it seemed no one had taught this girl to stand up for herself. Pathetic, truly pathetic, but Johnny refrained from saying so to avoid making her cry.
Who was he to try to help someone, and since when had he become a therapist? Johnny was even asking himself these questions. Coming from a guy who smoke, drank, and fucked 24/7, it was hard to believe his words, and probably an unwise thing to take his advice. But Symphony wasn't going to judge, and she wasn't going to think the worst of him, and she was always going to forgive him- that all was obvious. Johnny knew he could mold her any way he wanted, be a good influence or a bad one.
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Post by symphony-rain wilkens on Apr 8, 2009 13:45:22 GMT -5
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya _________________ Symphony was honestly confused about what he said. She wasn't even being her nicest...and she didn't let people walk all over her! Okay, well, maybe she did, but she didn't really see it that way. The way she saw it, she was just a nice person, and people liked to ask her to do things...but in reality most people asked her to do things for them because she couldn't say no. No matter how stupid it was. It was actually surprising that it hadn't gotten her into trouble yet. But she just couldn't say no to people, it was pretty much physically impossible for her. Sure, there were a few times in her life where she'd had to say no, but mostly she either said yes, or didn't quite say no or yes...it was more of a maybe thing, and then she would try to avoid the person. But, yes, Johnny was right in saying that she let people walk all over her, even if she didn't quite see that...
She looked up at him, looking slightly confused, and tilting her head to the side. What she wanted to say was something along the lines of you don't know me, how are you just assuming that I let people walk all over me? but instead what came out was "I don't let people walk all over me...and...well, I guess I probably am too nice..." She said it in a defensive way. She knew she was probably too nice of a person, but she couldn't really help it. She didn't really try to, though. In her mind being nice was a good thing. She liked nice people, so she didn't see why people wouldn't like her for being nice...unless they were just crazy, like it seemed this guy was. Because while most people liked her niceness it seemed to annoy him...or something. She probably should have just turned around and walked into the motel, but she didn't.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 8, 2009 16:09:18 GMT -5
Johnny tended to have the ability to read people like books. In this case, Symphony was one of those books. If the girl had any depth at all to her personality, she was hiding it under shyness and some kind of social disability. Johnny wasn't used to girls like her, who didn't dropped to their knees and unzip his pants, or any man's pants for that matter. She was virginal in every way possible, as well as dangerously nice. It was obvious that she was one of those girls who found it unbelievably difficult to say no to a person. Johnny didn't have that problem. In fact, he probably said no far too much. That being said, it was quite a treat for Symphony to get a yes out of him when she requested that he walked her home.
"Yeah, but I'm guessing you like being nice." He said for her, knowing it was probably something she was thinking. Johnny shrugged, glancing back up at Symphony's motel. "Then again, the nice thing to do would be to invite me in." He proposed to her, something that was actually true. Any too kind girl who had just been walked home by a stranger would invite them in. That was an example of how dangerous her niceness could be. Say he was rapist? What would she do once the doors were shut and he turned on her, greed in his eyes? But as it was, he trusted Symphony not to invite him in, or at least he figured she wouldn't, being that she was quite frightened of him. Call this somewhat of a test.
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Post by symphony-rain wilkens on Apr 9, 2009 18:34:18 GMT -5
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya _________________ A frown overtook her lips. Was he a mind reader or something? Or maybe the fact that she liked being nice was just too obvious. Either way she didn't like it...because mind reading was just odd, and even if she was an obvious person she didn't like to think that she was. In truth, though, she was. She wore her feelings on her sleeve, no matter how hard she tried to hide them. Well, every feeling except anger...that she usually buried deep, deep down, not wanting anyone to see her in that light. But she was also frowning because he was right...a nice person would ask him inside. He had been nice in walking her back. She should invite him inside...and give him a snack, or something of the sort. Did she even have any snacks? She didn't know.
"Well, I guess you're right..." She muttered, looking back at her motel room, and hoping to see her cousin's car there. It was gone. And her brother had been gone all day. She was pretty much screwed. Even though the thought of his being a rapist didn't even pass her mind...she still really didn't want to invite the guy in. "Would you like to come in?" She couldn't help but hope that he said no, that he had plans or something. As it was she just looked at him in a mildly curious way. Sure, she was still a bit scared of him, but he was right. Not asking him in would be incredibly rude. She brought her hand up to her mouth, before stopping herself. She had been about to bite her nails. Instead she decided upon one of her other many nervous habits, and played with a strand of her blonde hair. Much less gross of a thing to do than bite your nails off.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 26, 2009 22:06:49 GMT -5
It had never occurred to Johnny how completely terrifying he was to her at this moment. Some stranger who had harassed her in Starbucks, and who she had foolishly asked to walk her home. His intimidation factor, he thought, only really kicked in when he needed it- during walks down sketchy alley ways or trips to the bar, or anywhere involving other men looking for a challenge. Now he was becoming increasingly aware of how just the sight of him was manipulating this young girl. He could make her do anything he pleased, couldn't he? How cruel of a man would he be to turn her into his kind?
Johnny quickly shook such a hellish thought from his mind as Symphony spoke. Her sentence immediately made him roll his eyes. She guessed he was right? Really? At her next batch of words, he sighed gently with disappointment. She had no backbone, he concluded after she officially invited him in. Even though she was desperately wishing for him to go off into the distance and leave her alone, she was not going to express so outside of her head. Johnny knew he could mold her any way he wanted to at this point. Maybe he had been trying to show her that she should say no at least in these kinds of situations, but it clearly didn't work.
"Sure." He said with another mild sigh, brushing his hair back with a callused hand. Johnny moved up the steps to her motel and waited for her to lead the way to her own room. There, he would begin his game. Fuck, he had nothing better to do.
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