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[.x. S h o r t y .x.]

.x. Shorty .x.

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[[Under it all is just a sweet little girl
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[xx] So many thing flipping through her mind it was insane. But when your not the sanest of people thats okay, right? I mean, of course she's sane, except when she gets in this certain... mood. She zones in on the enemy, and don't try to stop her. Unless of course you have a death wish, and then this would be a good time to commit suicide. She lives for those moments when the flesh tears, bones crack, and minds go blank. Screams, cries, whimpers of pain fill her brain and make her sigh in satisfaction. Then later on, she was with drawls for killing people when no one can touch her or she goes physco. But isn't there always a flaw in perfection? Yes, there must be a flaw even in the perfection of killing. Ah, the sadness of it all, but nay, it is true.

[xx] Then theres this other part of her, that is the same way with dancing. She starts, and it becomes like killing. She gets so in the zone, you could wave a hand in front of her and she'd keep on going like it was never there. The withdrawl of this display of perfection, is she can dance, and then suddenly she's done and falls out of the zone, and it's like she's hit a brick wall. Depending on how bad she exerted her limits, she could be winded all of a sudden and simply black out. Once again, the sadness of there be a flaw in every perfection. But when the perfection if taking it course, the moment is beautiful, captivating, and you can't tear your optics away from how she moves. Don't feel bad. It's normal.

[xx] So then we come to the next one. The guitar. Lovely, flowing music. She sings her heart out, puring out her feelings in song that she can't manage to do in words. If it's depressing though, immediately following she falls into a deep depression. If it's sad, immediately she becomes angry and throws the cloest thing at the wall, or bashes it in, or any of the above, because she refuses to cry. Then the song can be angry, and the bashing and crashing is horribly bad. But for a girl that seems to have no tear glands, thats no too bad, no?

[xx] So I'll stop rambling now, and come to the part where I tell you about what she's doing. All day long so many things have been flipping through her mind it's impossible. She finally went and got the gang tatoo, on her lower back, I believe it is known as a "tramp stamp". She flares it with a belly shirt, but then again it would've hurt to simply wear a shirt over it it feels so raw, so theres another motive behind that. She walks in, stopping at the entrance to survey her surroundings. No one she really wants to hang with at the moment, because she's feeling slightly seclusive and withdrawn, so she would rather be alone then speak. "People everywhere." she sighed quietly. What did she expect? That or deal with Kellen. She stops to greet a few people when they call out to her, but all along she has one place in mind. The corner. She makes it to the corner and lets out her breath quietly in relief, pulling herself up easily onto the edge of a table so that she's mostly shrouded in darkness, watching her surroundings alertly. Or rather, the people, alertly.

Let The Bod!es H!t The Floor

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.x. P R E I S T .x.
>>confess your sins<<

THE Outlaws. The hideout. Monfort Industries. This was where the Priest lived, slept, learned, loved, ate, and drank. This was his realm. The world where he thrived. This was his element. He was comfortable here and knew his boundaries. The Outlaws held his every affection without question. He'd give his life for any member of this gang.

TODAY was no different from any other day. He'd woken up on a couch in the huge metal-clad building the gang called home. Sure, the building looked a little cold, a little lifeless-looking from the outside; but there was no place he'd rather be. Priest had aroused himself from his dreams late in the morning, deciding to get some important things done today. That is, as soon as he could think of something important to do. For now, he made his rounds, saying hi to everyone in the 'house' at the time.

BEFORE long, Priest's body caught up with him. His stomach grumbled loudly. He'd skipped dinner last night, attending to 'important things', and was absolutely famished by this morning. Obeying his stomach, Priest made his way to the area deemed the kitchen. It wasn't much. Just a small room with a lab sink, some counter space, and a fridge that everyone pitched in to fill with food. Upon entering, a figure sitting on a table in a dark corner caught his eye. He did a double take. Shorty. Priest had seen her around. He'd been introduced to her, said hi once or twice. But he didn't really know her yet. He'd been in this gang for four years and had always made it his priority to get to know every single member. Being so, he stopped and looked her way. Nodding a hello, he spoke out in his deep, slightly scratchy voice, "Hey Shorty. How goes it?" His hazel eyes tried to meet hers while his lips stayed relaxed in a line. It was too early in the morning to smile.

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.x. Shorty .x.

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[xx] And then there was riding. Except in that world, she was at peace, and there were no flaws in this imperfection. Only problem was, you had to ride through the streets of Denver to get anywhere alone, and then that route was miles. And you had ot outrun the police, no problem, she knew the alleys like the back of her hand. But it was hard on his feet, and believe it or not, she cared. He, was what she lived for.
Her horse.

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[xx] Shorty certainly preferred elsewhere, she couldn't take very many people, plus being new she was pretty uncomfortable here. She saw someone enter, and made herself stay still, though her insides jumped slightly at the unexpected figure. She sighed inwardly, sliding off the counter so she could stand. She leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, and then realized it was Priest. That wasn't so bad. Her chin raised a few inches and lowered in a nod of sorts, returning the hello. She didn't notice the lack of a smile, she wouldn't have returned it anyhow. She wasn't a smiler.[/size]

[xx] She heard a deep voice, with the under tone of hostility at anyone within reach. No mistaking, it was Kellen. He would find her eventually, she could hear him asking around. It wasn't that he was loud, it was just out of all the conversations she was listening to she picked out the familiar voice easily, but it fell on her ears like a broken trumpet playing, and she slightly winced. The last person she wanted to see at the moment. Sure they were in the same gang, and sure she lived with him, but she considered them strictly friends. Kellen didn't. He wanted to be more, and he made that utterly plain. And Shy made it just as plain back she didn't give a fuck what he wanted. [/size]

[xx] "[/size]Rough riding. Wha 'bout you?" she asked, looking at him at first, and then her gaze fell to her feet after she'd spoken, as she tried to concentrate on Kellen's voice because it was getting farther away. That didn't really upset her, but still she was curious. Eventually it began getting closer again, and she made a conscious effort not to sigh and swear under her breath, succeeding, barely catching herself in time. If you didn't even want to speak to anyone, you definetly didn't want to be around Kellen. He was hella touchy feely, and she didn't feel like getttin up in his face at the moment. Even though her eyes had rested upon Priest for a split moment, they hadn't met his eyes.

[xx] It wasn't that she thought she was too good, no that wasn't it at all. She just simply didn't find the need to meet his eyes, besides eye contact was something she often avoided. She didn't want to get to know people, she didn't want to like anyone. She wanted to do her job and move to the top, and that was about it. If you like someone, it might deter your mind from the best decision in a gang battle or the like. Or thats what she told herself, really she was just scared to like anyone, as a friend or any of the above. She had heard lots about Priest, and how respected he was around here, but still he hadn't earned hers yet. She didn't know him yet. But still she owuld treat him right, but that was just small things, like she wouldn't make an extra effort to go out of her way to be nice, or meet your eyes often, or smile, or crack a joke like she normally did constantly. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Theres Noth!ng Wrong W!th Me

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[.x. P R I E S T .x.]

THE Priest walked slowly toward the fridge, his sock-clad feet shuffling along the floor. His tanned hand reached out and opened the white fridge door. His eyes quickly scanned the contents on the inside: cold pizza, milk, red juice of some type, an apple, jelly, etc. His eye caught a Styrofoam restaurant food container and he started to reach for it, but quickly drew his hand back. Scrawled in red ink was written "MINE - Eat and Die." He couldn't tell whose writing it was, but he wasn't gonna eat their food with the risk of dying. So, with no other real options, Priest went for the apple. It was the golden delicious kind and looked fairly fresh. He'd have to collect money and go to the store. Or force someone else to.

STANDING back up, he closed the door and took a bite of the apple. Somewhere in there, he heard Shorty's reply. His eyes refocused on her, and he saw she was looking down, and seemed to be concentrating on something else. It didn't seem like she was shy. No, not at all. Shorty hadn't really earned a place in the Outlaws yet, but it was pretty well-known that she seemed to harbor some serious aggression. Her current state seemed to be more like she was just pre-occupied, like she was listening for something or someone. Priest could respect that, he didn't try to stare into her eyes and demand attention. He leaned on the counter opposite of her and shrugged out his reply, "Eh." His answer was nonchalant. Priest was almost always just "eh". Mas o menos. He was a pretty mellow guy, when he wasn't angry or in a mischievous mood.

PRIEST could hear the other gangsters waking up and starting the day. Some were getting into heated arguments already. Some were saying good morning and heading to the kitchen, just as Priest had done. A random girl with disheveled hair, looking like she had a hangover, passed between Priest and Shorty, heading for the fridge. Priest nodded a greeting to the girl and warned her, "Not much in there." She looked disappointed. Maybe Priest could talk her into going to the store for him. He'd deal with that later. For now, his eyes switched back to Shorty again. He wanted to keep talking, to get to know her, but wasn't sure how to go about doing so. Shorty didn't seem to be in the talking mood. He'd give it one more try then leave her alone. "So's the gang treatin' you well?" The Outlaws were known for being a little hard on the newbies.

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.x. Shorty .x.

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[xx] She watched the world seem to come alive around her, but nothing about her really changed. She crossed her legs, putting one foot over another. She really didn't feel like dealing with Kellen. She was in a pretty foul mood at the moment, all of a sudden it hit her with full force. Probably because all these people seemed to suddenly swarm her. She heard Kellen get even closer, and she tensed. She hardly ever ate, and she wasn't really hungry anyways so she just watched the hussle, making a serious attempt not to laugh when the girl with disheveled hair and a possible hang over wlaked through. It was pretty amusing, but not out of the norm, after all.

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[xx] She listened to his words, but didn't respond yet, as he seemed to have more to say, and she hadn't found the words yet. Turning his words over in her mind slowly, her mind worked quickly. "[/size]Good as good can roll." she said softly, her gaze rising to watch people walk by. In other words, if you knew her and deciphered her language, not very well but she had known how it was going to be and making it just fine on her own. Very independent and fiery spirtited, eh? She pushed off the counter, sliding closer to the fridge in an attempt to conceal herself behind it, but it didn't work. Shy you hooker! I've been lookin' everywhere for you. she heard, and flinched.

[xx] Her gaze fell down to the floor again, hair falling over her face like a blonde sheet. Someone grabbed her hand and she jerked it away, aware of the presence standing before her. Wanna come hang with the guys? She looked up finally, her gaze emotionless. "[/size]Nope." she said frankly, and he shifted, apparently not expecting such an answer. He was half black, with one diamond earring and stood a few inches taller then her, topping it off at someone around six foot. Come on man, we're gonna get the game on and maybe go do some more graffitti. he said, naming things she liked to do to convince her. Her patience was quickly leaving her, she didn't feel like it.

[xx] Her gaze hardened. "[/size]I said no." she said, her voice quietening eerily. He grabbed her waist. Come on babe, just a little while. She shoved him back, the shove not containing much aggression as she was all too used to it, but with her mood it contained plenty enough to get the message across. "Don't, touch me. Fuck off." she seemed to hiss, and then pushed off the counter to talk off. "I don't want to deal with this." she said, taking a few steps away towards the door. She was afraid she was going to do something regrettable.

[xx] Kellen held up his hands to signal defeat, and talked after her, his eyes flashing becaus she always refused him. Thats it, walk out, just like your brother. he said, and she whirled around, striding up to him with a couple long strides, getting right up in his face until she was only a few inches around from it, her eyes seeming to spit hatred. Her knife was unsheathed in an instant, held at her side dangerously. Atleast it wasn't her gun. "[/size]You wanna run that by me again?" she said very, very quietly, her words eerie and spitting venom. Kellen glared back at her, challenging her. She sheathed her knife, her common sense grabbing ahold of her finally. She didn't need kicked out already.

[xx]She pushed lightly on his shoulders with the tips of her fingers, taking him up on it, just inviting him to make a move. He didn't, and she took a few steps back. "[/size]Thats what I thought." she said, still angry but calmed down. "Don't call me babe, ever again." she said cooly, already cooled off. She would've said something about him calling her Shy, but she didn't think it the time. Then she brushed past him, bumping shoulders and leaning on the counter parellel to where Priest had been, but a foot or so away. I see how it is. Kellen said, seeing her go back over by Priest. But she just let that one slide and crossed her arms and feet again, resuming her previous positioin again as her gaze fell to the ground again. She was using Priest in a way, Kellen would leave her alone if she stuck by him. "Sorry." she apologized quietly, her words only for Priest's ears as Kellen stalked out. She wasn't sorry for putting Kellen in hs place, no, thats not what she was apologizing for. But for using him, even if it was no big deal she thought it was because she made sure she never had to depend on others, in any way, small or not. She slid a couple feet farther away after she apologized, watching Kellen's retreating back stalk towards the door. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

Someth!n's Gotta G!ve

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PRIEST calmly ate at his apple, watching the people passing by and listening for Shorty's answer. He barely heard her "Good as can roll" and he pretty much figured that the gang was treating her like the new ones were always treated. But the hazing would soon pass. And Shorty seemed to be able to hold her own. No doubt she'd be able to tough it out.

AS if to proved his thoughts, Kellen, a gang member that Priest didn't particularly like, burst through the doorway. Priest didn't know the guy all that well, and he had no desire to get to know him. He seemed like a coward; like he was all bark and no bite. Kellen didn't respect the ladies, so in turn, Priest had no respect for Kellen. He'd wanted to deck the guy on numerous occasions, but held back. No use starting a gang fight within his own gang.

IMMEDIATELY upon Kellen's entrance, Shorty seemed to change. It looked like she was trying to hide from Kellen, and her face became darker. It was obvious that she felt the same way about Kellen as Priest did. And to make it worse, it seemed that Kellen had taken a certain interest in Shorty. Priest watched as Kellen pushed Shorty around and tried to talk her into going somewhere with him. Shorty obviously didn't want to go, but Kellen kept pushing. Priest started forward, ready to step in between the two, to get Kellen out of her face. But he stopped himself and leaned back against the counter. He decided to see what Shorty would do. He wasn't all that surprised when she pulled her knife on Kellen and spat out her poisonous words. Priest couldn't help smiling. It was good to see a small girl like Shorty stand up so violently to a huge guy like Kellen. He was impressed.

PRIEST knew exactly what Shorty was doing when she came back over to stand with him; and it seemed Kellen knew too. It wasn't the first time Priest had been used for protection of sorts, and certainly wouldn't be the last. But he didn't mind at all. He knew he was respected by everyone in gang and he took pride in that. No way would Kellen challenge his authority. Priest took a bite of his apple to hide his smug grin. His hazel eyes followed Kellen's bulky form leaving the doorway. Good riddance.

SHORTY'S small voice spoke out again with a "Sorry." Priest dismissed it with a wave of his hand. She'd done nothing to apologize for. Priest chuckled and shook his head slightly, holding back a grin, looking up at Shorty. "Gotta give you props for that one. Kellen's a douche." That's exactly what Kellen was; a slime ball. Maybe someday Shorty and Priest could put him in his place.

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.x. Shorty .x.

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[xx] Her gaze stayed on the ground, every sense alert for the moment when she heard the door close and slam, signaling Kellen's exit and Shorty's profound relief. Something told her, this was not over. Her mind wandered, here in body but not in soul. She thought back to when she'd finally earned her name, how proud she'd been. She fought down a smile at the memories. Her name was ironic, because she was not short. She was actually tall for a girl, topping it off at 5" 9'. She would be petite otherwise, if it would've not been for her muscles from weights, which she lifted regularly in an attempt to easily brush aside the competition, which so far in life she had succeeded in doing so.

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[xx] The memories fled, leaving her with her normal wall built up, feeling as if she were so closed in she couldn't even breathe the air to keep her alive. Every moment was a struggle, a fight for life. And every moment, she was growing weaker. And every moment, she was getting closer to losing her fight for life. Kellen had seen that. And he had helped her through it. But now he had changed, and he was no longer the same person. That realization struck her deep, deeper then ever before. She fought down a cry of anguish, for she was slowly and agonizingly losing the only one that had kept her going for the past 3 years. No one could know or understand what that was like until they experienced it for yourself. I tell you, the only thing more painful is losing that special person you love with all your heart, that can never be replaced by a single soul. [/size]

[xx] Her gaze stayed on the ground, as she braced herself inwardly for whatever criticism he was going to throw at her. No matter if she'd admit it to herself or not, his criticism did matter to her, even if she said it didn't. She'd listen and respect it, that was for hella sure, but she had aggression built up inside no one could take away. Well, someone could, but that was beside the point. At this point, no one could, and there was nothing she could do about it either. With this new realization she was losing Kellen now, and about to be alone in the world, her anger and bitterness only grew, and she wanted to bash someones head in, the closest person to her. She was about to go physco on a girl to her right, just start randomly screaming at her for no reason, when Priest's words jerked her out of the trance just in time so that she didn't make a stupid move. [/size]

[xx] She had a wall built up around her mind, but mainly her heart. It was to let no one in, and she had convinced herself there would then be no more hurt for her. But still she hurt, because she wasn't giving herself the chance to love, anyone else the chance to love her. She was prepared for anything, or so she thought, and thats what kept her wall always up, and what made her able to keep up her "cool" act, and pretend like everything was okay. She had promised Kellen, three years ago, she was never going to act like it was all okay when nothing was okay and keep it all bottled up. But now she didn't have him anymore, so she convinced herself it didn't matter anyways. Which it didn't. She fought off instant depression.[/size]

[xx] She had prepared herself for Priest's words, but she had been wrong as to what they were going to be. She was never wrong, and so she was thrown off guard, and for a moment she was able to see over the wall, giving her the opportunity to, miracle of all miracles, meet his gaze. And to top that off, a small smile twisted her lips up delicately. She decided then and there maybe this guy wasn't so bad, maybe she could give him a fighting chance. She had the sudden impulse to hug him, but made herself hang back. "[/size]I'm afraid I wouldn't put it so nice." she said, her eyes at the moment a light green, and dancing, her words warm, not the slightest bit of hostility. They sparkled with life, and smiled with happiness for once in a long time. She had finally gotten around that wall, if only for a moment. And his praise meant more to her then he knew. Under it all, she felt an indescribable thankfulness to wards him for giving her those moments, and then anger for giving it to her only for it to be tore away a few moments later.

[xx]Then there was the yearning, the wanting, desiring, needing for him to do it again. After she spoke, her eyes continued to rest on his for a few moments, her lips still curled up in a small smile, orbs twinkling. She swam in his hazel pools, taking them in for a few moments, and feeling a sort of.. connection, some silently spoken agreement, or feeling, something she couldn't quite put a finger on. A piece of the real Shy. She quickly resolved to figuring it out later, but still the unknown feeling irked her, to the point where her smile fell, as did her gaze to the ground once again. Her whole body shifted in a moment of comfortableness, not used to people being able to get through to her. She cleared her throat, and when her focus finally left Priest her senses zeroed in on Kellen again, only to hear his insults hurling back at her. [/size]

[xx] Her eyes began blazing, her hands came uncrossed to dance around the hilt of her knife. Forcing herself to calm down, her hands dropped to grip the metal table. Her fingers curled around the edge of it, gripping it so tightly in anger that her knuckles turned a deadly white. The sharp, steel table was cutting deeply into her hand, but she didn't notice. All she noticed was the hurling insults flying back at her. She tried to ignore them, tried to refocus her attention on something else, but they just kept coming back to her, echoing in her mind like deadly stalkers. She looked up at his retreating back, eyes blazing. He still hadn't dared to look at her, because he knew that would sike her even more. He knew all the tender spots, tender subjects. He knew all her secrets, because once upon a time she could trust him with them. No longer. [/size]

[xx] Finally he stopped by the door, turning to look at her. He met her eyes, and threw an insult at her about her brother, perhaps her most tender area. Thats when she went physco. She shoved off the counter, so she was at a ninety degree angle from Priest. In an instant Kellen looked to his side to see a knife, quivering, stuck in the wall beside him, only about three inches from his head. "[/size]Don't talk about him when he's not here to defend himself you damn coward." she hissed, and he glared and then turned to leave, slamming the door behind him. She collected herself, shaking her head from side to side lightly in an attempt to clear her murderous thoughts. Her hands where shaking violently, and one thought kept haunting her mind. You almost just killed your best friend. Who are you? More over, what have you become?

[xx] She walked forward to pull her knife out of the wall, inspecting it and then placidly slipping it into it's cover. Some people stared at her, after a few moments returning to their previous business with quiet whispers about the events that had just occurred before them. She just ignored them, striding back over by Priest, taking her knife back out to look at it again. Thats when she noticed her hands were bleeding, as she leaned back against the counter, her back to it once again. She slipped her knife back in again, to look at her hands. They were bad enough to be on the verge of needing stitches, but not quite. They still shook violently. She swore quietly, balling her hands up into tight fists and jamming them into her hoodie pocket, crossing her legs again. [/size]

[xx] Her eyes darted back and forth, and still her hands shook in their fists in her pocket, her orbs filled with quiet anxiety and desperation, a plea for assistance, a cry for help. But no one saw or heard, but no one cared to look. No one ever had, except Kellen. And now he was gone too, in a sense. She tried to console herself quietly in her mind. No, he's not your best friend. she chided, closing her eyes for a moment to try and lasso her thoughts, as she knew her feelings were coming out in her eyes and she didn't like it, she wanted them controlled. He's an animal now, face it, get over it, and move on. Don't be a p*ussy. she scolded, not even giving herself time to face it easily and take her time over the obstacle, but forcing herself to jump over quickly and not look back. That was leaving scratches that would leave scars that would haunt her later, but for now she wasn't aware of that. [/size]

[xx] She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes. She had her feelings reined in, or so it appeared to the physical world. Still her hands shook, but you couldn't tell because they were in tight fists, shoved into her pockets. Her eyes darted to and fro, but a blonde sheet of hair slid silently across her face and hid them from the world. Her eyes held anxiety and desperation still, the same as before, crying out for help, but no one cared to stop and take a look. No one cared, and so she would slowly fight for her life, until she didn;t think it was fighting for anymore and then she would just let it go. She had been hungry, but now all she wanted to do was crawl into a dark, damp corner and rot. No one would miss her. Not even this damned gang that she kept telling herself was going to help. No, no one. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

G!ve it up
Turn youself !n
The Dev!l's Already Got Your Soul

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[.x. P R I E S T .x.]

->>- Priest was a caring soul. Sure, he was in a gang. Sure, he wouldn't think twice about cutting you down if you messed with the wrong people. But he really was a lovable man. He protected and supported those in his gang and family without question. He gave advice and was gentle. Priest sort of has two sides to him. A soft teddy-bear kind of guy one moment, a violent fighting kind of guy the next. Blink an eye, and you might miss the difference.

->>- That being said, Priest is not and emotional guy. He won't cry with you, or feel sorry for you. He won't gush over you when you achieve something. That kind of stuff is just cheesy and gross. He's never been in love, and he's not sure if love really exists. Yes, he loves his family and gang, but that's different than loving one person with every fiber of your being. He owns his heart, and doesn't plan on giving it away any time soon.

->>- Priest could see that Shorty seemed to be relieved, yet dreadful at the same time. After giving his compliment, her whole being changed. But only for a moment. Had Priest not been paying attention, he would have missed the whole thing. Shorty seemed to become lighter. Almost...happy even. When she spoke this time, her voice told the story of someone without a care in the world. There was no overtone of hatred in it. It seemed like Priest had broken through her tough shell in a matter of minutes. But of course it wasn't that easy. Shorty quickly resumed her former state of depressed hostility.

->>- Kellen. It was Kellen. The jackass was off in the other room spouting off about Shorty and her brother. Priest didn't know Shorty and Kellen's history, but he was beginning to think it was longer than he had originally assumed. He now wondered what exactly Kellen had done to her. Why so much fighting and anger? What had Shorty ever done to him other than refusing to be his accessory in an outing today? Priest glanced at Shorty. She was absolutely seething. Why was she letting Kellen get to her? She should know better than that. One thing was clear: Kellen had hurt Shorty very deeply.

->>- Standing there watching and listening to Kellen go off about all kinds of shit, Priest began to get tense. He couldn't handle this fighting in his gang any longer. This was ridiculous. Priest held himself back, telling himself that it would be better to just let the two handle their own problems by themselves. But he'd taken a liking to Shorty. He'd been given a glance into her real self for a moment, and he had a feeling that that was a rare occasion. He couldn't let her down. He couldn't let her stand there and take the abuse. He'd seen that Shorty was lonely and longing on the inside. Like a little lost puppy. She was just slightly bitter on the outside.

->>- Frustrated, Priest slammed the core of his apple onto the metal counter, creating an echoing pound. His hazel pools were filled with anger and frustration now. The shouting of Kellen was disrupting the whole compound. His voice came out loud and angry, "Holy shit, Kellen. Shut the fuck up!" Priest clenched his fists out of habit and stepped forward towards Shorty, standing just behind her now. He glared at Kellen. He barely got his own words and actions out before Shorty took over. She screamed back at Kellen and let her knife fly. Priest couldn't have agreed with what she said more. Kellen was nothing but a coward.

->>- Shorty immediately retrieved her knife, inspecting it. Priest noticed the blood dripping from her hand. She left a red trail on the white tile floor as she walked towards him. After the knife was away, Priest grabbed her injured hand gently, pulling it towards him. He kept his eyes trained on the wound. It was deep, he could see that. He wasn't sure if Shorty would need stitches or not. "How the hell did you do this?" Priest hadn't seen how she'd gotten cut. Maybe the knife got her as it flew from her hand.

->>- Priest took a step towards the sink, reaching for paper towels. "You should get this cleaned up." Priest had seen worse, but he knew it must hurt.

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.x. Shorty .x.

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[xx] She shifted, jumping when he took her hand. The weird thing is, if he would've grabbed it, she would've been good with that. She was used to a rough or hostile touch. But since he took it gently, she jumped and was really nervous. She felt bad for upsetting him, and everyone else. She felt that somehow it was her fault. She wasn't sure what to do, when she noticed her hand still shaking violently from nerves and anxiety. She pulled her hand out of his gently, not trying to be rude but not sure what to do in that situation. Especially since her hand was shaking and she really didn't want anyone to know she cared she'd almost just murdered him. No one knew how far back they went, or that she'd broken his heart and he still blamed her for it, still fought for her heart. But he was going about it in all the wrong ways. She was too angry to accept him anyways, all she wanted was her brother back.

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[xx] He'd got her through time and time again, and she had done the same. And now he was the cause of her hardship, and she wasn't sure what to do. There was no longer anyone to turn to, and she was simply lost and confused. Her eyes clouded over in confusion and with anxiety, and her face darkened as she took the paper towels from him. She pressed it onto her hand without her expression changing, then stepped over to drop them in the trash can and grab a few more, repeating this until it slowed down, even though it hadn't stopped. She was unwilling to do anymore for it. She didn't really know why she was unwilling, but if she thought about it it was because she thought that she wasn't worth it. She balled her hand up into a fist again, holding the paper towel there. Her skin bunching up and stretching out hurt it, but still her expression didn't change. With the turmoil inside her, it was almost numb.[/size]

[xx] She looked down at it for a second, opening her hand back up and seeing the trail of blood down her hand where it had been dripping off, but by now it was dry blood. She closed her hand back up, looking straight in front of her kind of in a daze. She needed to clear her head, but it was going to take more then closing her eyes this time. Finally her gaze moved to the side of her Priest was on, to her left, but as if trained her eyes stayed on the floor, or on the wall close to the floor beside him, never looking up at him. "[/size]I think it was when I gripped the table." she said, her voice far off but there with him at the same time. Her mind was split in two, as if often did when she wasn't sure if she could take this place anymore. It took her away where she could take it some more, buying her more time to tough it out here.

[xx] Her gaze turned to the table, and sure enough there were finger prints in blood on it, a hand print actually. She grabbed another paper towel and got it slightly wet to go over and wipe it off, and then toss it over into the trash can, along with the paper twoel on her hand. It was soaked through again, so she got another one, once again balling her hand up. "[/size]I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't of come here.. He follows me everywhere, I didn't mean to cause trouble." she said, her eyes trained on her hand when she spoke. Then she felt stupid for apologizing, and sighed frustratedly. Nothing made sense anymore. Why couldn't it just come out and say here I am!! Why did it have to be so fucking confusing?! Her mind wandered to her guitar, and her newest song. She had the urge to hum it, but she held back. She wondered if it was here, but until her hand stopped bleeding there was nothing she could play on it anyways. She picked out the strings in her mind, her gaze falling to the table before her. She was strange. Everyone she came in contact with thought so. She was used to it by now, even if the whispers bothered her.

[xx] She thought to Romeo, and what she was going to do today. She really thought she needed to go on a ride to clear her mind, but she wanted to get to know Priest more, after all if she was going to give him a chance he had to have time. She didn't know of anyone else she'd given a chance, except a few of Kellen's friends, but that was a couple years ago, before this. And they were still good friends to her, faithful friends, but they couldn't replace Kellen or stem the hurt he caused her every time he opened his mouth or looked at her. You could see it in his eyes. She knew she shouldn't let it bother her, but they went so far back, he was the only one left, and now he wasn't left at all, but gone, abandoned her, just like everyone else. She wondered where her brother went since he dispeared two years ago, and how him and his wife were doing. How the wedding was, if they were sitll together. She wondered about how much of his life she had missed. [/size]


[xx] She let her hand fall to rest on the counter, and decided she'd probably play something on the guitar to clear her mind before she went for a ride on Romeo, come back after dark and hit the clubs. That sounded like a fun day, she could practice tomorrow and go hit the train station for some graffitti. Hopefully without Kellen. She wondered if she should move out of his house, she thought maybe that would be better. But there was no where for her to go, and she wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do for their relationship. Was that running away? She couldn't decide, and she didn't have anyone to ask. So for now, and for who knew how long, her current situation wasn't going to change. She'd stay with him. The whole time her thoughts went everywhere, she was alert for his reply or any movement on his part. She chewed on her lip ring gently, deep in conflict.

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Stand Up, P!ck up Your Head
Have Some Pr!de, G!rl
!f your gonna go down, go down f!ght!n'

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