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Thread: That one chick who won't stop dying her hair.

Re The insanity of the bubbly blond babe with piercings. Trygon has returned! As close to the press as I can get.
Thread: That one chick who won't stop dying her hair.

Re The insanity of the bubbly blond babe with piercings. Bah. One of my best friends just admitted that he liked me, a lot. I could tell, because I can read people's body language. I can tell by looks, gestures, postures... So it really wasn't a huge surprise in general, though it's always generally awkward for me to hear him confirm it. Now, it wouldn't be so bad if he already wasn't with one of my other good friends, or if he wasn't good friends with two of my exes. I mean, I told him right away that I was only interested in him as a good friend. I guess I'm at a loss, because I know he's not happy with is girlfriend. I know how obsessed and possessive she can be he's even banned from talking or hanging out with some girls by himself. I'm not really sure if I should just keep this on the down-low or if I should just tell her? I know he still loves her, but she always gets on his case about everything. Everyone knows that they are not going to last past the year and a half mark, even I can slowly tell. But should I open my mouth or just let things progress as they are? .. I don't want to be the one who makes things go awry and I already told him I can only see him as a friend and such.. eeeeh, I don't know anymore. It was bad enough with the baby momma thing, now this? .o
Thread: That one chick who won't stop dying her hair.

Re The insanity of the bubbly blond babe with piercings. Fuck secrets, their broken relationship isn't your responsibility. The only way this could end badly FOR YOU is if you keep it a secret.
Thread: That one chick who won't stop dying her hair.

Re The insanity of the bubbly blond babe with piercings. Oh no! Not 100 or more! A ZIP COSTS 300 HERE YOU CANCEROUS WHORE. froths and rages
Thread: That one chick who won't stop dying her hair.

Re The insanity of the bubbly blond babe with piercings. Sorry your state sucks. Pat pat. I wouldn't be surprised if it's because you guys either have a better min. wage, or the quality is better. Unless mudslides and rain fucks that up..
Thread: For me...?

Astrid belonged to a poor-working class family. They were able to put food on the table for their kids but sometimes it got too difficult. She was the only daughter and had four brothers. They were all favored by her parents because they were male and she was t he only female. Because she was the only female, when the time came for them to be able to get some extra cash in the family, it all came at a price her. It wasn't exactly slavery. It wasn't slavery at all really. It was just she was sold into a house where the women were trained to know what pleased a man and to know the general cooking and cleaning and such. but their main job would be to be the object of a man's desire. She was five when this happened and had no recollection of her family at all. She grew up to be a beautiful young woman, now seventeen and definitely the object of every man's desire. Her skin was a soft milky white color and she had pink lush lips that didn't need any redefining of any sort. Her eyes were this stunning icy-hazel color and were an almond shape which was pretty much beautiful. Big but sculpt so beautifully that they were the first thing any man would see before going down to look at her breasts, as any man would. She was wearing a corseted dark purple dress with long sleeves that sort of flowed out just a little bit with tulle under it. Her dress had layers of material and tulle underneath it to give it that extra volume in the skirt. It was embroidered with red thread around the bodice and it definitely gave her good cleavage and a nice sight to her curvy features. Her hair was pinned back but left down. She was at home, working on her own embroidery. All the years of growing up, she was trained well in embroidery, singing, dance, art, all kinds of things. She wasn't trained as a maid but definitely to entertain a man in every possible way he may want. The day would come she would actually be leaving to fulfill that job of hers.
Thread: Perfect Stranger (SevenxBathos)

Michael knew Nick was full of shit, that he couldn't possibly be as okay with everything as he was letting on, but it was still an eerie thing to watch. He was barely acknowledging that anything had even happened. And though Michael just wanted to roll with it, happy to have Bianca permanently out of the picture, there remained the fact that she was the woman with whom Nicholas wanted to spend the rest of his life . All he had to say was 'it was a good year' and 'not a complete loss,' and it just didn't sit right. But then who was Michael to judge Nick's coping mechanisms? They were a far cry closer to healthy than picking fights in bars and shoving illicit shit up his nose and falling into bed with the first set of damaged goods that would have him on any given night. With that thought in mind, Michael resolved not to push it. His resolve was the approximate consistency of wet tissue, apparently, because it'd all but collapsed by the time they hit the muggy outdoors. As they were passing out of the building, Michael stopped short and turned to Nicholas. His face screwed up in obvious discomfort, he asked, Do you wanna, like, talk about it or something? Because you can. If you want. I mean ... A soft laugh, stilted and nervous, punched out of Michael and he scrubbed absently at the back of his neck. She laid into me pretty good, too, I guess, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't ... Because he would . If Nicholas needed him, needed anything, Michael could pretend for a minute that Bianca wasn't one of the absolute worst things that had ever happened to either of them. He would pretend that she made Nick happy and that her leaving could, in any sane dimension of reality, be considered A Bad Thing. He hoped with all his heart that it wasn't the case, but all Nicholas had to do was ask and he'd do it. Michael cleared his throat loudly and said in a deeper, gruffer voice, Just sayin' 'I'm here' is all.
Thread: Perfect Stranger (SevenxBathos)

Nick stuffed his big hands into his pockets as he moved down the sidewalk, broad shoulders hunched like a kid might do after getting in trouble - he even scuffed a shoe against the ground to knock away a bit of garbage that was clinging to the curb before giving Michael a sideways look. For a long moment they stared at eachother in the uncomfortable silence that happens when two grown men have the urge to say something affectionate, but testosterone gets in the way. After all, he had known Michael for years and despite the fact he sometimes did borderline retarded things, he was a good man and his best friend, acting as a counter-balance for the times when Nicholas let his work take over his life, occasionally forcing him to go out places to stop thinking about where he would need to travel to next. For years, Michael had been the one he would sit and play video games with, have a beer with, or generally just act like an idiot with - Michael was the comforting, down-to-earth reality in a world that Nicholas had come to know as being filled with people like Bianca and Gerard. Michael didn't come from their world, he came from one that seemed more familiar to Nicholas. I'm sure she'd be willing to come over and dump another glass on my head if I wanted clarification on exactly what she meant by it. Nicholas said, choosing to forego any embarrassing sentiments in lieu of being good-naturedly self-deprecating. He picked at his collar then, readjusting it from where the wine had creased the material, then threw a smile in his friend's direction like the rest of him, Nicholas' smile was attractive - it was broad and very white - he even had dimples. I'm alright, Mikey, he said finally, putting an Armani-clad arm around the other man's shoulders and briefly tugging him close to his side before releasing him again, the manliest show of affection he could manage without just resorting to punching him, Really.
Thread: Perfect Stranger (SevenxBathos)

Michael endured the brief embrace in the same manner he suffered through all of Nicholas' frequent touches. That is to say he averted his eyes, tamped down viciously on the girlish flutter in his chest, and made every effort not to behave like an ecstatic, attention starved puppy. He tilted his head away, clapped Nicholas on the back and, the moment it was over, re-established his dearly coveted personal space by taking a step backward. Nick insisted that he was fine, and Michael wanted to believe it. Not just because it would help him sleep a little easier that night--which it would--but because he genuinely wanted Nicholas to be all right . He looked up at Nick again, and the expression he wore was uncharacteristically fierce as he searched for any physical indication that Nicholas was not, in fact, all right. His eyebrows knitted together low on his forehead and in the dim light of the street lamps his blue eyes were almost black, glittering with something that was not unlike a predator defending its young. His mouth, usually slack and full and threatening to break into a silly grin at any moment, was a thin, pale line against the darkness of his stubble. When it became apparent that Nicholas wasn't about to break down and confess his secret desire to end his man-pain with a bottle of wine and a handful of horse tranquilizers, Michael relented and nodded. Yeah, okay, he said, and those two words sounded a lot like surrender. In that case I'm gonna go grab a cheeseburger. Because, in case I forgot to tell you before, the food sucked . Just like that, footloose Michael was back. I'm this way, he said, pointing up the street. Michael did not, nor would he ever , trust the chuckle heads decked out in little red vests with one of his vehicles. So, uh, call me if you need ... Well, just call me. Take 'er easy. There was one more moment of awkward avoidance, during which Michael rolled his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels, his face alert and sort of blank in an I'm-carefully-thinking-of-absolutely-nothing kind of way, and then he said, Okay, pivoted, and walked away. Oh, and burn that suit! He chipperly called over his shoulder. It's got evil bitch cooties all over it.
Thread: Perfect Stranger (SevenxBathos)

Nick fell back as Michael continued on, knowing he was heading for his car for a long moment, the two men stood several feet from eachother, backlit only by the orange glow of street lamps, Michael rocking awkwardly on his heels and Nicholas watching him in silence, hands jammed into his pockets. The quiet wasn't exactly awkward, but it seemed to be heavy with something left unsaid - however, Nick didn't bother to question it, he just nodded his head in response, because the food really did suck, something that he was being reminded of right then, when it finally occurred to him that he was hungry. Though, despite this, he found he wasn't particularly interested in eating the entire night, after all, had left a particularly bitter taste in his mouth, and not just from the wine. This was an expensive suit. Nick replied promptly, looking down and plucking at the tastefully striped baby blue tie - which was currently stained - and looking back up again. He gave another of his smiles, a lightning-quick flash of brilliant teeth, before calling after Michael I'm sure the cooties will come out with the proper dry cleaner. After a long moment, he apparently decided it wasn't a suitable ending to the conversation, so he added And get a haircut, you bum! Before turning on his heel and heading in the opposite direction, doing his best to ignore the way the brand new Italian leather shoes squeaked and creased against his feet with every step as he made his way to his own car. For a man with as much money as Nicholas had, his taste in automotives was - conventional it wasn't sleek, sporty, or particularly expensive, and it's only winning feature was a customized leather interior. In fact, the car wasn't even good-looking it was the sort of vehicle that was used solely for the purpose of getting from point A to point B four doors with an average engine V6 engine, good mileage, and painted in basic black. It was unexceptional in every way, and Bianca had made a point of refusing to be seen near the thing, appalled by the sight of it and perpetually questioning Nicholas' attachment to it - for the year-and-a-half they had been together, it had been a point of animosity on Bianca's part, but it had been the only whim of Bianca's that he hadn't catered to. The car had stayed. Well, the car and Michael. After all, Michael had been around before Bianca. And before Angelica. And Carmen. And Simone, Tiffany, and Delilah. When it came to women, Nicholas ended up as malleable as sodden tissue paper, but he had always refused to bend when it came to the subject of his best friend - even if Michael could, very occasionally, act like a horse's ass. Kicking at the wheel of his car to knock away a bit of grit that had clung to it - and partly because he wanted a bit of dirt on the fine leather shoes - remotely unlocking the door, he slouched into the front seat and sat there for a long moment, eyeing himself in the rear view mirror and chewing at his bottom lip. After a long moment of this, he scowled, then gently tilted the mirror away.
Thread: Perfect Stranger (SevenxBathos)

It was 1 a.m. by the time Nicholas arrived at the detention centre with a lawyer in tow the legal council - one Brian Meadows, who had been amongst their guests at Bianca's birthday party - appeared as though he had just been woken up from a sound sleep, his hair sticking out at bizarre angles Nicholas, however, hadn't even changed out of the stained suit. The two were forced to wait by the clerk desk for nearly an hour before they spoke to the arresting officer, who eyed his shirt for a long time before Nick explained that it was just wine. She didn't seem entirely convinced, but she led them towards the holding cells anyways, This has been a smashing night. Brian said drily, rubbing sleepily at his eyes before peering blearily over at Nicholas brows furrowed, he gave the man a long, appraising look Nick had since removed his suit jacket and was left in his dress shirt - sleeves rolled up - and tie, That must have been a full glass. I don't remember there being that much of it. Cotton blends absorb well. Nick replied promptly, and Brian just squinted at him before shrugging his eyebrows in acquiescence, too tired to get into the subject of what suit materials were the hardiest against stains - and he was quite sure that Nick should be too tired and distracted for it as well, but there he was, as alert and chipper as ever, regardless of the fact that his fiancee had publically humiliated him and he was currently bailing his best friend out of jail. He was certain that Nick had some secret to his nirvana, but as a lawyer, Brian had long ago learned that some things were secrets for a reason - he really didn't want to know what drugs Nicky had to shove up his nose for that sort of perpetual calm. As the two were led to the holding cell where Michael was presently being kept, Brian fell back and Nick stepped inside the door closed behind him. Faced with a steel table, two chairs, a white room, and his best friend, here were a number of things he could have done right then - Nick could have called Michael an idiot, he could have asked him what he was thinking, he could have wordlessly smacked him in the head - - but he didn't do any of those. Instead, he slowly cocked his head to the side and said Hello, Clarice. Before making his way across the room, folding himself into the seat, and resting his hands onto the arms of the chair, watching Michael. After a lengthy silence, he continued on in the same affected voice Did you think punching the fop would silence the screaming of the lambs?
Thread: Perfect Stranger (SevenxBathos)

Michael sat slouched in a heavy, iron armchair, head tilted so far back on his neck that he was staring directly up at the ceiling. His fingers drummed idle little beats against the arm rests and his eyes blinked with increasing slowness, remaining shut a little longer each time. He had a massive headache, the kind that throbbed when he moved or sighed or thought. And if the fluorescent lights didn't do his eyes in, then the radioactive orange shirt was going to finish the job. And he was hungry again. Jail was boring. He wondered what Nicholas would think of his little predicament. There hadn't been much time to talk over the phone, just a minor rundown of the pertinent stuff. Stuff like, 'help,' and 'hurry,' and 'the crazy bull dyke with the .9 mm stole my clothes.' He might be mad. He had every right to be mad. Only a pussy sent another man in to fight his battles, and that's exactly what it would look like to everyone else. He should be mad. Michael really hoped he wasn't mad. When the big, steel door finally creaked open in the wee hours of the morning, Michael had nearly dozed off. He jerked upright immediately, and a dose of adrenaline flooded his system because, seriously, Shawshank Redemption. Enough said. But it was only Nicholas, so Michael relaxed a little and offered a weak, apologetic smile. He even turned his head a little to present Nicholas with his good side, operating under the theory that it would amplify the sweet and hapless look he was going for. And then, after a short silence, Nicholas opened his mouth and proved, once and for all, that there was definitely a screw loose somewhere in the finer workings of his mind. Hello, Clarice, he said, and made himself look comfortable and regal and smooth in what had to be the worst chair Michael's ass had ever met. Michael was duly impressed. Did you think punching the fop would silence the screaming of the lambs? The look Michael shot Nicholas was one of complete and utter bewilderment. He was quoting Anthony Hopkins at a time when he should have been decking Michael in the face, and that was just ... bizarre. Like so much about Nicholas was completely baffling, only this was baffling and disturbing . And yeah, he kinda was trying to silence the screaming of the lambs, but only in the sense that, much like the critters in the movie, Nicholas refused to be saved from his own tragic ending marriage to a frigid bitch and Michael couldn't bring himself to cease his doomed crusade to rescue him. Only in that sense. Uh, okay, psycho. No more rated R movies before bedtime for you . He shook his head despairingly, but on the last turn he cracked a smile. So, he went on, hoping to gloss right over that part where he committed assault on Nick's ex-girlfriends front lawn. Am I outta here or what?
Thread: Perfect Stranger (SevenxBathos)

I think, Nicholas said, leaning back in the chair to observe Michael, honey-coloured eyes made to glimmer strangely under the flourescent lights, That we should start with the 'or what' option - you assaulted someone, Michael. You broke his nose, and it would be well within his rights to sue you for it. Brian is out there trying to smooth things over, with any luck we'll be able to get you out of here in the next hour or so - but from what I understand, coins should have popped out when you hit the guy. There was another stretch of silence and Nicholas rubbed at the back of his neck, rolling his head to the side to stretch out the muscles before turning his eyes back to Michael he let out a small breath, splaying his big, calloused hands out onto the cool surface of the table, What came over you, Mikey? he asked. And, just outside the holding room, Brian Meadows was deep in a private conversation with arresting officer Robson the woman was built like a linebacker and had the same fortitude as one, yet after a few minutes of talking to Brian, her features had softened visibly. The entire scene was being observed from down the hallway by a tall, pin-thin man Crowman had been doing the job long enough to know a vulture when he saw one, but he was especially aware when it came to a presence like Meadows - the guy went beyond what most lawyers did, he was a shark . If there was a loophole to be found in the legal system, Meadows was the one who would find it and manipulate it to his advantage he was the sort of legal defense that made most cops want to throw their badge down and shoot someone. But, instead, the Commissioner merely shrugged his mouth, cast a final, disgusted look in Meadows' direction, and went in to review the case that the shark was circling so intently.
Thread: Perfect Stranger (SevenxBathos)

A look of genuine distress came over Michael just then, a true rarity considering he couldn't be bothered to break a sweat with assault charges and a stint in prison looming over his head. This could be misconstrued as false bravado by some, but those close to Michael knew well his offbeat sense of priorities. And in his mind, an impending legal battle was small fish compared to the hurt he was about to inflict upon his friend. But keeping secrets had just never been an option not when it came to Nick. Michael couldn't meet Nick's eyes for this, so he dropped his attention to the table, where the other man's fingers were spread flat against the metal. Another long silence stretched out between them, and it was so quiet inside the room that Michael could almost swear he could hear Nick breathing across the table. He looked down at his own hand, red and swollen across the knuckles. He worked his fingers and shook them out like it would get rid of the dull throb. It didn't. At length, Michael licked his bottom lip, gnawed on his upper one, and was out with it at last. I called Bianca. And don't say anything, I already know, it wasn't any of my business and I was overstepping my bounds. I get that. I do. But ... He trailed off and chanced a glance up at Nick, his blue eyes all big and pathetic and bright, looking utterly wrung out. We bickered. Whatever. Nothing new there. But there was this moment when I could swear she was with a guy, and I called her out on it and she hung up on me. He looked down again, at the spot on the floor directly between his feet. So I went over there, just to see if - He was kissing her, this guy. I never seen 'im before, so I asked him who the hell he was and he goes, 'I'm Bianca's boyfriend.' And I go, 'Since when, douche nozzle?' And he tells me. Michael sighed. Two months, man. Two months she's been seein' this guy. And I just ... I lost it. I couldn't hit her, obviously, so I just wailed on him 'til Deputy Depends came along.