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Thread: I'm sorry

RE Starry Eyes. Mika spent a lot of time trying to piss Rosco off. He did it on the daily. And doing drugs was just one of those things that the man could get very, very angry about. Mika didn't do them often. Mainly before a show. But he did drink a lot, and he was already rather drunk at the time. Rosco had risen with Mika to the top, and honestly he was one of the boy's only friends. Mika was so young, he wasn't allowed many friends. Most people believed they would just try and take advantage of him. He wiped his nose and smiled dumbly at the man, but was quickly picked up. He let out a loud noise and clung to Rosco. When he was dropped on the floor he let out a noise and rubbed his ass. He was wearing a pair of short shorts with a low cut tanktop. He normally dressed slutty at his shows. Hey.. Be gentle. Mika seemed so calm now. I know you like being rough with me... He sat up onto his knees, looking up Rosco's torso into the other man's eyes. But be gentle. He giggled, clearly not serious nor completely aware.
Thread: I'm sorry

RE Starry Eyes. Rosco laced his fingers under his shirt and pulled. The shirt was no match for a former SEAL. It came apart in his hands and her laid it back exposing his stomach. Tell me, the location of the drugs He did not let anyone close to Miko. That meant that he had to have had the drugs on him. Miko could teach the Mexican Mafia something about smuggling. Taking a knife from his back pocket he placed it against his ass. The blade faced out making it easy to slice the shorts. Tell me, did you put the drugs in some place you don't want me going He was angry now and would not stop at simply stripping the pop star until he found the drugs. Why did he not ask him to strip. For two reasons, so he could search the cloths. Plus he could feel for any packages tapped to his skin and painted flesh tone with makeup. Part of him ad to admit he was having more fun then he should be.
Thread: I'm sorry

RE Starry Eyes. Mika was surprised at Rosco's sudden seriousness. Normally this wasn't so intense. Maybe it was because it was just before a show. I... He paused and bit his bottom lip, laughing a little and then freezing up as the man ripped his shirt right off of him. The boy swallowed and blinked, looking up at Rosco. I- He quickly covered between his legs. If Rosco looked hard enough, he'd find a small pack there taped just between his thigh and crotch. The boy shook his head. No! Just... He was clearly upset. Please. It was a desperate little sound. Mika loved coke. Just... Just let me take one more line... I'll make it worth your while... He stood up, being careful of the knife. That's... That's all there is.
Thread: I'm sorry

RE Starry Eyes. Rosco listened to the kid whine about nothing he seemed to start and then stop. He almost had it he could tell the kid was about to break. Around the crotch the kid was telegraphing his hiding place. As he began to stand Rosco reached for his boxers. The motion of standing pulled them down over his long smooth legs. He expected to see a small cock, age and the coke. But there was no coke in fact there was a well formed cunt. He stood up no tits not even the tiny ones that the youngest girl would have. What the hell are you Rosco slammed the knife into the wall next to Mikos head.
Thread: I'm sorry

RE Starry Eyes. hothardcandy said Rosco listened to the kid whine about nothing he seemed to start and then stop. He almost had it he could tell the kid was about to break. Around the crotch the kid was telegraphing his hiding place. As he began to stand Rosco reached for his boxers. The motion of standing pulled them down over his long smooth legs. He expected to see a small cock, age and the coke. But there was no coke in fact there was a well formed cunt. He stood up no tits not even the tiny ones that the youngest girl would have. What the hell are you Rosco slammed the knife into the wall next to Mikos head. Click to expand... Mika was glad that he could get away from Rosco quick enough. Now if he tried hard enough he could run outside and do the last bit he had. It was hard to come by these days! Rosco watched him like a hawk. He could always get more, but it would be much more difficult. I- He bit his bottom lip and froze, clearly afraid now. The boy was not expecting such a violent reaction. And then he looked down. And he saw that Rosco had pulled his pants down. He'd never done anything like that before... It made Mika feel completely vulnerable. I-I just... He stepped back towards the wall, the knife right next to his head. I'm a boy... What do you mean?
Thread: I'm sorry

RE Starry Eyes. His mouth fell open the kid had a cunt, he kid was a cunt pretending to be a cock. He placed a hand on the boy, girls shoulder and spun Miko around pressing his face into the wall. His hand on Mikos back he used the other to pull his own pants down. He let Miko go but held his arm and leg against the wall forming a cage. This is a cock, i know mine is large but boys have them if a bit smaller Forming a hook with two of his fingers he grabbed Miko by the crotch his fingers by accident sliding in like a meat hook but only a tiny bit. Now you tell me this is a dick, just try and tell me that
Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

Kristen's heart pumped wildly and took a deep breath once she recognized the four familiar knocks on the door. For just a moment, she had imagined that someone else would come busting through the doors and ending her life right there. She walked over to the door, wiping her hands on the front of her worn denim jeans and wrapped the thin, dark jacket tighter around her figure before turning the handle and creating an opening. A small grin tugged the corners of her lips up as she looked at Rowan. He was the only other thing that could make her remotely happy at the moment. She glanced down at the bags he held and started to take some of the load off. From the weight of the bags, he hadn't collected much but what else could one expect. She figured he had done plenty enough by going out and searching. She closed the door after he was inside, after briefly checking to make sure no one had followed him. Not that Kristen didn't think her husband was smart enough to be completely oblivious to someone watching him, but it just made her feel better. Are you okay? You didn't see anyone sick, right? She asked him, a question she constantly brought up again to reassure herself. Just knowing that he'd come nowhere near an infected person helped her to sleep with the fact that her significant other wouldn't be dead by the morning. Settling the bags on the floor next to the small piles of the other supplies, she made her way over to him then placed her thin arms around his body. Embracing him for just a few seconds brought comfort to Kristen and it made her feel much better than she had before when he was out. She rested her head on top if his shoulder until she decided to pull back and take a look at him. With her hand, she brushed the stray pieces of hair hanging down in his face and running her hand gently over his cheek. Sometimes Kristen imagined what her life would be like if she had never met Rowan, especially with everything that's happened in the past year. She probably would have killed herself or could have even gotten sick and would have died eventually. Her number one priority was to keep herself alive for him since there wasn't any other reason to stay as strong.
Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

Rowan waits at the door, occasionally glancing over his shoulder, just in case. It doesn't take long for Kristen to come down and open it, though. He sees her pretty face grinning at him, and he grins back, stepping inside. He murmurs a 'thank you' when she helps with his bags, and he takes off his backpack and revolver holster, leaving them by the door on a small table. He then takes off his shoes and jacket, wearing a frayed red t-shirt beneath. Letting out a soft sigh at the load being taken off his shoulders, he rolls them slightly, and then stretches his arms above his head. Nope. I didn't see a soul. If there are people living here at all, they've been very quiet, and probably want to be left alone. Rowan replies, smiling reassuringly at his wife, glad to have something pretty to look at after the depressing job of searching through this abandoned town. When she hugs him, he returns it with gusto, holding her tightly against him and pressing his forehead to the top of her head. Mmm...I missed you. Sorry I took so long. I wanted to come back with at least some stuff that was worthwhile. There isn't that much out there, anymore... He murmurs, until she pulls back. Rowan smiles lovingly at her as she reaches to brush the hair out of his face and caress his cheek, and he leans in to give her a passionate kiss, relishing the feeling of her warm, soft lips against his own. He then lets her go, reaching to pick up one of the bags. What time is it? He asks, curiously, as he walks into the kitchen to begin putting away the foodstuffs. The other bag was filled with other, mostly quality of life things. A pack of condoms, a few rolls of toilet paper, a tube of toothpaste, et cetera.
Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

Kristen glanced down at the watch she wore on her wrist, a graduation present she received a few years ago from her grandfather. It may have been a little dirty but it worked perfectly and she's never taken it off. It reminded her just a bit of her family that she wasn't fortunate enough to speak with before everything was turned upside down. She wasn't sure if they had died, though she refused to keep any hope alive for something unpredictable. And while Kristen didn't like to think of then being dead or terribly ill, she wanted to keep the memories of them intact and so she kept the watch even if time was mostly irrelevant. She was grateful to have Rowan but the rest of her family meant just as much and she never wanted to forget about them. It's almost 5. She told him, following behind him into the kitchen. Her eyes followed the few items of food he placed away before diverting her gaze. He hadn't been able to get nearly enough to last them an entire week. She wasn't mocking his efforts either, she only realized he'd have to go out once again to go searching for the things they needed with the little supplies he collected this time around. She attempted to cheer herself up while covering up how upset she appeared in front of Rowan. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll start cooking. She told him. Cooking, washing, and any other necessary actions were best to do while there was still some daylight. They had sufficient light for when it was dark but nobody should want to cast bright lights in the dead of the night. That's what they looked for. Any single sign of life so they could intrude and attack just about anybody they pleased. Kristen preferred if herself and Rowan stayed safe from the potential looters. There had only been one other time they'd encountered one of those groups and it was something she never wanted to experience again. He understood and should be just as cautious as she was.
Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

Unlike Kristen, Rowan and his brother Erik had lived in the same general area before everything went to hell. His original plan when the chaos hit was for Erik to come over and hole up with him and Kristen, but he had gotten a phone call instead at around the time Erik's car was supposed to be pulling up in their drive way, and was told by a shaky-voiced Erik that he wouldn't be able to come over, as he had gotten sick. They had only lived a short distance away, but Rowan wasn't even able to go be with his dying brother for fear that he would catch it too. Also unlike Kristen, he didn't really have any proper mementos from anyone in his family, and all of his pictures of them were on his phone, which he still kept with him, in hope of one day being able to gain access to something he could use to print them out. Keeping pictures digital had seemed like such a good idea at the time...But now anything electronic was basically useless. They had practically gone back into the dark ages, but with the memories of better days. Rowan notices the expression on Kristen's face when she sees how little food he had brought back, and he sticks his hands in his pockets, looking apologetic. There isn't much out there anymore, I'm afraid... When asked what he wanted to eat, he reaches for a can of chicken noodle soup that he had picked up on today's hunt. How bout this? He suggests, walking over to set it down on the counter. Thank goodness for preservatives. I dunno what we're going to do when it gets to the point where these are all going to start to expire.
Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

Kristen grabbed the can of soup, examining the sides before she pulled a knife out of her side pocket. It was a handy little tool that she used for practically everything and she was thankful from the first moment she had found it. She punctured a hole through the top then dragged it along the edge as best as she could to get the can open. Once part of the top was open, she shook her arm to allow the sleeve if her jacket to fall past her hand then bent the metal backwards for easier access to the food inside. She searched for a pot through the cabinet to pour the contents into before finally dumping it all out. The only place they could heat up any of their food was through the fireplace towards the front of the house. It was a risk to light a fire while the chimney sent smoke above the house, but they only used it when necessary. Kristen began walking into the front area with the pot then knelt down to search through their belongings. We could still eat the food. She called to Rowan. It'll still be good for a few weeks and depending on what it is, maybe even a few months as well. It would immediately kill us. She explained while dropping down next to the fireplace after having found some matches. There was already some wood in there, a small amount they gathered before, and lit a match. Before the fire could burn out, she added some paper to keep it steady while hovering the pot overtop the flame.
Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

While Kristen works on opening the can and getting out a pot, Rowan searches opens a cupboard and withdraws two bowls, and walks over to set them down on the table. He then opens up a drawer and grabs two spoons, which he places next to the bowls, setting the table for later, when the soup had been cooked. When Kristen walks into the front room, Rowan follows after her so she didn't have to talk loudly, sitting down on the couch in front of the fireplace. Well, yeah. Shelf life is different from expiration date, nstuff. But I mean, even further than that. Past those few months. We'll probably have to end up going to the country, to hunt and grow our own food, right? Though I'm not sure where we'd find the seeds...And you or me would have to learn how to use a bow and arrow, or something. He muses, leaning back and gazing towards the ceiling. It's funny...All those people that were worried about the world ending back in 2012, and bought all that survival stuff, are probably feeling super smug right now. Heck, there are loads of things we could have bought on the internet that would make life a lot easier... He then catches himself, and shuts up. Sorry, I know I shouldn't dwell on 'what ifs'. Rowan says apologetically, leaning forward in his seat. It's tough, not to think about that sorta stuff, though.
Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

Kristen ignored half of what Rowan was saying at the moment. She tried her best not to think of the hardship they were currently facing. Regardless of how difficult it was nearly impossible to forget about all they've been through. But if she constantly focused on the negative, she wouldn't be able to wake up in the morning. Even with her husband by her side, the weight of their predicament would be much too difficult to handle. She just barely listened to him before. The flames heated the bottom of the pot, cooking the contents inside. When it finally began boiling, Kristen closely watched the food for the next couple of minutes before she figured it was thoroughly cook through. She stood carefully and poured the food into the two bowls Rowan had set out before she placed the pot in the kitchen. She came back to the table and sat down, blowing on the food gently before taking her first bite. She realized that ignoring him might upset him and she didn't want him to feel bad for the rest of the night, but she shuts down every time this conversation is brought up. Kristen couldn't handle it sadly, so she became quiet and a little distant towards her husband until she could sleep through the night and forget their troubles temporarily.
Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

Rowan shut himself up once Kristen didn't reply, sitting there on the couch and feeling a little awkward. He probably shouldn't have said anything about life prior to all this, that was for sure...But he did wish that she would listen to him about moving on. It was an important discussion, but he supposed she just wasn't ready yet, which he had been afraid of. He understood why, the thought of having to venture out and find another safe place was really scary. But they would have to do it eventually. Rowan is roused from his thoughts when the soup apparently finished cooking, and he followed his wife back into the kitchen, swallowing a spoonful from his bowl of soup. It was decent, perhaps a little too salty, but certainly edible. Kristen, I'm sorry for bringing that stuff up, but I really do think we need to leave here soon. The farm idea sounds good, don't you think? Humans have been growing their own food for thousands of years, it can't be that hard! Plus, I think it'd be safer out in the country. There'd be more visibility.
Thread: Happy Birthday, perk dazzle!

Happy birthday, perk!!! I hope your day is fantastic and just plain wonderful! Have a good one! hugs cake and ice cream for you
Thread: Happy Birthday, perk dazzle!

Happy birthday!
Thread: Happy Birthday, perk dazzle!

Happy birthday to you.
Thread: Happy Birthday, perk dazzle!

Happy Late Birthday. XD
Thread: Rehabilitation Addiction { Cupcakemon&DontxBlinkk }

Demetri stood at the counter of the rehab, looking down at the files of people he would help today to get into transition. Nearly two years of working here and he was still the person to show people around because of his friendly nature. Of course not many people would guess as he looked like one of those people who should be admitted. He had been at one point but now it was different, he was employed here because of his past with addictions. Standing at an even six feet with short black hair and bright blue eyes Demetri tended to tower over most of the other employees. Save for a few of the orderlies who were in charge of restricting the patients that tended to lash out. His sleeves of his scrubs were rolled up so his tattooed arms were showing. He had a few other tattoos in other places but those tended not to be shown off. The right side of his lip was pierced but held a stud instead of a ring today, just incase he had to chase down one of the patients again. Before you ask no. I have a lot to do today, Demetri said without looking up. A file was thrown on top of the one he was reading. Groaning he opened it to see the file of a male he had been dealing with more than he cared to admit. It wasn't that the other was bad to deal with he just was somebody that the rest of the staff tended to throw on Demetri. What do I get for this then? He asked, looking at the woman. She reached under him and took three of his files. I'll take these if you take him, she offered. Three for one? He was sold. Okay, he agreed. Looking around he wondered where the male had been. Others didn't seem to like working with him but Demetri didn't mind. He knew when he had been in rehab here he was a terror, even worse when he was going through detox. One of the doctors still had a scar from three years ago when he bit him hard enough that he needed stitches. First patient to be shown around doesn't get here for another hour. So you can rest easy honey, the woman said. Looking back over at her he gave her a tight smile. I know just thinkin', he assured her before looking back down at the files. Patients already admitted walked around them doing whatever they wished. He should probably find the guy but he just wanted to go over these files for the twelfth time in the past half and hour.
Thread: A journal of Cupcake Madness {Open to comments and such}

I figured that I would start a journal since it seemed like a good idea. Good way to keep track of things and let things loose when I need to. Also for any disappearances for any extended amount of time since I will be starting college again this month and I got a babysitting job the 12th. Journal felt like a good place to put things. Status Messages Total 72, need to clean out Messages rp 34? Not fully sure. Messages plotting 6667 Messages OOC talk 2 Threads 3 rp threads in current use, waiting for 4th. Feelingb Mehish. Drinking Coffee Eating Does saliva count? If not nothin Listening to Me typin and my dog snoring Thoughts Really hungry at the moment, should go make something to eat. Need it to be the 12th so I can babysit and get paid Should have told mom needed stuff from the store when I was on the phone with her. Probably should check mail on WoW And walk the dog. Too lazy, I'm probably gonna sit here more or go watch a movie while my family is out of the house. Best time to do it after all. I need to get more coffee cause I'm yawning and I don't need to be. Should probably get myself into a good sleep schedule for school. I doubt that will end up happening seeing as the last time I did that I ended up staying up for two days straight on nothing but leftovers, coffee, and energy drinks. Need to stop staying up until 2 or 3 am though, get the insomnia under control. Should also check tumblr for other rp stuff. At least finish some things and hope for the best. Will probably do that tonight instead. I dunno. I'm just gonna drink my coffee and scroll around here, reply to things if I get responses and of course eventually get up to go eat.
Thread: A journal of Cupcake Madness {Open to comments and such}

September 6th, 2014. 1144am when typing. Status Messages Total 55, need clean out Messages rp 11 Messages plotting 26 Messages OOC talk 4 Threads 4, all replied to Feelingb Alright Drinking Coffee Eating Nothin' Listening to Me typin and my movie Watching Truth or Die Thoughts Laundry needs to be finished today because I don't want to hear my parents complain that nothing has been finished. Again. For the tenth or twentieth time. Really kinda done with them complaining, I also need to go and get a new card for my phone so it'll work this week. Problems with prepaid phones forever an issue. At least it still works with the wifi and I can use it when not on my laptop as long as there's wifi. But still need it for college. Since I'll be taking night classes. I have to pass this term if I want to be able to take classes in the winter. And so my parents don't know I haven't been doing all too well. It sucks but I really don't want to get my parents to yell at me again and again. I have enough of them still not forgetting shit when I was in high school. Like, they can't let go of something so I don't want them to snap at me and keep talking about shit. Especially my mom, she drives me crazy. Ugh, I just want to pass this term, its a class. A class for my degree. I have to at least pass that. Can't be too hard? 22nd-24th will not be online, even if it says that I am. I am starting college the 22nd and will be busy getting into gear until the 24th.