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Post by ruari on Jun 25, 2011 11:23:35 GMT -5
 
Ruari Johnson lay deeply asleep in the state close to unconsciousness. The night passed, the stars paled as dawn came, the sounds of the outside world rose and fell around her, but she did not stir. She did not hear her older cousin call anxiously to her from time to time, trying to wake her. Nor did she feel her hand on her forehead. Her breathing was peaceful and calm, her features as still as a mask’s.
Towards evening the quality of her sleep seemed to change. Her eyelids flickered and her lips appeared to smile. Her fingers, which had been curled gently against her palms, spread. Ruari was dreaming that she had been turned to ice. The words echoed lucidly in her head. There was no fear in the dream, just the feeling of being held by something cool and white in a world that was silent, frozen and enchanted. Her eyes opened. It was still light. The shadows told her it was evening. A wind bell rang softly, once, and then the air was still. The day she had no recollection of must have been a warm one. Her skin was damp beneath her hair. Birds were chattering from the trees, and she could hear the clip of the swallows’ beaks as they caught the last insects of the day. Soon they would fly south.
Turning her head slightly Ruari saw her cousins outline, on the edge of the door. Ruari did not speak. She did not want to talk to anyone, or hear any voice. She wanted to go back to that place of ice where she had been sleeping. Her cousin heard movement and ran to her side. Ruari saw her deep concern in her eyes. She realized how precious this woman had become to her, her closet, indeed her only, friend. The young blond woman forced herself to sit up. It was 8.33, which meant she still had enough time to do something till the sun completely set. A weak smile was shot her way from her cousin, and she tapped her watch, indicating that time was ticking. Her chocolate brown eyes followed her cousin out of the room, and her pine wooden door closed behind her. Leaving the British woman in near darkness. A huff left her lips and she stood up, pulling her Pyjamas shorts down a little bit and adjusted her top. She drew the curtains and switched on her bedside lamp. Picking up her slick black iphone she read through her unread messages. One from Ceira, another from her friend. Both were pretty much the same. They both questioned Ruari if she’d be attending the rave tonight. Texting them both back, she smiled and placed her phone carefully on the bedside table again.
It now came down to getting dressed. What was she going to wear for the special occasion. Walking around in her room, she opened various draws looking for the perfect outfit, something that would fit her personality. Party outfit of course. Pulling clothes out she threw them lazily onto her unmade bed. It took her ten minutes to make a outfit, and she put all her other clothes back. Quickly Ruari jumped into the shower and cleaned her herself up, washing her hair and herself. Tonight she was going to wear a baggy grey top, that revealed some of her pale British stomach. A pair of pink skinny jeans that would compliment her long legs, and a pair of gray heels. Squeezing into her skinny jeans she fell back onto the bed and wriggled. Bloody jeans. Now she was dressed! Hurray. Drying her hair she decided to go for the messy look. Applying all the needed make-up and put on all the needed accessories. Would she walk? Or cab. Tough decision. In the end she decided to walk. It was only around the corner. Right?
It should of taken her ten minutes to get to the rave, but in these suicide heels it took her twenty. When she got there, she was gob smacked. The music was loud and everyone seemed to be enjoying their night. Ruari managed to get her hands on a beer, and American beer of course. She hadn’t seen anyone with any good old English bear in a while. A sigh left her lips and she sat herself down on a crate, and opened the beer taking a huge gulp.
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hey it’s, complete!
cause you’re awesome, archer
they’re all, 738
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ OUTFIT ”
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Post by archer on Jun 26, 2011 18:56:42 GMT -5
   Archer was more than excited for the rave tonight. He had already planned on going, but of course he was late. Archer always has, and probably always would be, a non punctual person. But now he had just gotten a text from Ruari and he felt an all new type of excitement rush through his body. Yes, the girl had dated his best mate Sam, but the two had ended on really good terms. So, Archer wasn't too worried about Sam getting petty and jealous over it. She was an intriguing girl and had always caught his attention, which definitely wasn't an easy thing to do considering how restless Archer was when it came to women, he had never really met that one girl that could keep his attention like Ruari could. Snapping out of his thoughts his eyes darted over to the clock. Shit. Now, he was even more late. He jogged over to his room, grabbing a simple tshirt and some jeans, which he quickly threw on. Now, the task of locating his keys. Archer was extremely forgetful especially when it came to keys, or if girls said they had a boyfriend or not...y'know the usual.
Archer began throwing things around to see if they would reveal the hiding spot his keys must have taken. Finally he stumbled upon them after tossing his jeans from the previous night and hearing a tinkling as they hit the floor. He jumped up and quickly grabbed his keys from the front pocket and was out the door within the blink of an eye. He hopped on his bike and left in the direction of the rave. At this point speed limits were merely suggestions as he weaved in and out of the lanes cutting down on some of the time he had lost. He found the craziness that had to be the rave and found a good spot to leave his bike away from prying eyes to find. He could already feel his adrenaline start to pump with the beat of the bass. It was vibrating through his chest, it was so loud. He loved this kind of scene though, this was what he lived for. Archer quickly made himself well acquainted with where the beer was located and grabbed himself one before finally focusing on finding Ruari.
Archer had no problems rudely pressing his way through the crowd in search for the blonde. He finally noticed the familiar face over near one of the sides. A smile made it's way to his lips as he wasted no more time and again pressed his way through the crowd to reach her. The grin only grew wider as the blonde had in fact been Ruari and his long search was finally over. "So, here's where you've been hidin'," he teased knowing full well Ruari wasn't the shy type. "How are you, love?" He asked curiously having not seen her as often as he would have liked. The band kept him pretty busy since they were pushing really hard to get their name out there. So, his partying and hanging out with anyone other than his band mates had taken a backseat, but he knew it would all be worth it in the long run. "And I know you don't think you're about to get away on not giving me a hug," his goofy grin morphed into a sly one as he stood in front of her with his arms extended wide for her to place herself in between them.
 W O R D S * 603 ;;
T H O U G H T S * crappy start on my end =[ they'll get better though! ;;
M U S I C * white table by delta spirit ;;
T A G G E D * ruari ;;
C R E D I T S * bruno mars lazy song ;; |
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Post by ruari on Jun 27, 2011 13:50:39 GMT -5
Crowds of people stood around the short blonde, drinking their beers and dancing to the beat. Normally Ruari could be the life of the party, but currently, she was on her own. When you see a pretty blond, dancing and drinking on her own, she could attract the unwanted attention of a pervert. So right now, Ruari was going to stay seated with her ice cold beer and watch the other drunken beings in the warehouse. Give it an hour or two and Ruari would be joining them. Whenever she attended a party, at the end of the night she normally got escorted home by someone she had only just met in her drunken state. Most people did get hammered during their parties, and Ruari had no intensions of staying sober tonight. It wasn’t like she was driving home, she could just walk. Although she did have a habit of wandering around at the dead of night when she was drunk, or simply go back for more. It could take her more than ten minutes to get home after she’d been drinking. Ruari could drive, but obviously not after drinking. Last time she’d ever got in a car was two years ago when she was living in England with her family. In all honesty, she was too scared to drive around in America. After all they did drive on the opposite side of the road, and she didn’t fancy having a car accident the first time she started driving again.
The blonde twenty year old missed the small country where she once lived with her beloved family. Even though the weather was always dull in England, the heat they got for the summer was pretty much unbearable for the people of England. Well, it was for Ruari. She’d never been a huge fan of the hot weather around the world. Although for the past two years in a new country, she had gotten use to it. Tonight the air was humid; it almost made it hard for the English girl to breath properly. Raising her hand she placed the ice cold beer can against her forehead and closed her eyes. It was hard to ignore the heat she was feeling. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to wear skinny jeans. Maybe she should drink more and then she’d forget about it? Ruari placed the edge of the beer can against her lips and took a sip. In her younger days, she’d never liked the taste of beer. It had always had a bitter taste, and back then she relied on vodka and coke to get her drunk. This never ended well. She was a naïve child back then, always mixing her drinks which caused her a lot of harm. But hey! She was young back then and now she knew the risks of mixing her drinks. Of course this didn’t mean she wouldn’t mix different alcohols together.
Ruari tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and looked amongst the crowds for someone she knew, preferably Archer. That’s who she was waiting for, otherwise she’d be out socialising with all the other drunks and she’d probably be halfway to being drunk. If he didn’t want to meet up, it was fine. She could track Ceira down and make sure she wasn’t attached to any guys. That’s probably what she was doing. She felt a vibration in her pocket and pulled her phone out, checking to see if it was a call or a text. Text. She tapped away on her phone for a while until she slipped it back into her pocket. It was then she set her doe like eyes on Archer, who was approaching her. Ruari got to her feet, with her beer can still in hand and smiled. “Oh, I don’t hide.” She stated and shuffled on her feet, putting one hand on her hip. When he questioned her on how she was, she simply shrugged her shoulders, “I’m better now I have someone to drink with, what about you? I haven’t seen you in a while!” It was obvious why she hadn’t seen him, he was in a band, and was with them most of the time. The English girl had dated one of the members of his band a while back; Sam. It hadn’t worked out but it ended quite well. She still spoke to him, now and again. Mostly when she bumped into him on the streets of Point Pleasant. Which was quite rare these days. Archer pretty much towered over the small blonde girl, even though she wasn’t that small, most people were taller than her these days. Ruari smirked and stepped forward wrapping her arms around his waist. It was a nice feeling really. And Ruari could be quite affectionate, so giving hugs was something she was quite good at. After a few seconds Ruari reluctantly let go of her friend. “How could I resist giving you a hug?”
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hey it’s, complete!
cause you’re awesome, archer
they’re all, 852
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ OUTFIT ”
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