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Thread: Splitting Ends -A glimps in to the mind of Trinket-

Zombies Galore said I have something similar. I call it pattern crawl. There are weird bumps and shifts beneath the surfaces of things. It's hard to explain. Like watching waves go through solid matter. When I close my eyes I can order and rearrange the points of lights. Also, fractals. Do you see fractals? Click to expand... Is it like a rippling effect? Almost as if the surface you are looking at is made of water? And I used to when I was younger, particularly when I looked up at the sky but it was a reoccurring pattern it often times looked like the sky itself was warping out, more so when it was rainy or gloomy out... Like a wormhole or something. I remember I used to think that if I stared up in the sky long enough that it would open up to a second world or something. I donno, I was a weirdo. My teachers and friends used to think something was wrong with me cuz I'd stand there and just stare up in to the sky... until something more interesting came along that is... Sometimes I still see the patterns but they have changed quite a bit since my younger years.
Thread: Splitting Ends -A glimps in to the mind of Trinket-

Totally as if what I'm looking at is made up of water. But a slow, viscous water. I like the idea of staring at something long enough making a portal into a second world. Looking at the sky is always fun. Do you see many triangle patterns?
Thread: Splitting Ends -A glimps in to the mind of Trinket-

Not triangular patters but circles, horizontal lines, and squares. They bend around things I see and then I get this odd fuzz that kinda looks like snow and some times static. And of course this tripping that comes alone with movement.
Thread: Splitting Ends -A glimps in to the mind of Trinket-

Tuesday, September 18 2010 Crazy baby -Dj Melodie 1123 9m Pacific Daylight Time I do believe if I try, I do believe I can fly-fall through a hole in the sky You know what I absolutely love? When you spend an inter day doing about nothing of true importance only to be able to look back at it and see that is was the most productive day you have had in a long time. I walked across town today to go see a old friend of mine and all we did was bull shit all day long. It was the biggest breath of air I have taken in a long time. We went to this random ass Mexican festival and listened to random bans play and then walked back across town and now all we have done is fucked around with the random trinkets and shit I have around my room and listen to music. Absolutely nothing has been accomplished but I feel so much better. Well, I don't have much else to say but I felt I should update. Oh, I will be getting my teeth removed on Monday. So I'll prolly be gone for a few days. Well. I'm out of things to say so bye!
Thread: Splitting Ends -A glimps in to the mind of Trinket-

Snazzy Trinket said Tuesday, September 28 2010 Taboo- superbus 400 pm Pacific Daylight Time The Porcelain Waltz A porcelain puppet dances across my mind Lead by the pull of starlit twine. It dances ever so graceful to the sounds of my thoughts Which bleed to color, with each step of his waltz. This porcelain puppet performs only for me If only he could broadcast his brilliance for the world to see. Click to expand... Snazzy Trinket said Snazzy Trinket said Tuesday, September 28 2010 Taboo- superbus 400 pm Pacific Daylight Time Butterfly wings If you expose the image to the light for too long the color will to bleed Eventually the film will burn. Timing is everything in development of such fragile things. Much like the light bleeding forth through butterfly wings. It wipes away the canvas in which was stained with the beauty of the stars. Drugs and scandal captured in the iris of the lenses. Speeding shuttered sound like gunfire as this years cast makes way down crimson carpet. Oh to die like one of them. Its better to burn out rather then fade away. This we all know! And with glory we bow our head before leaping form the seventh floor Chateau Marmont With the only hope to land on our backs just to see the height of the fall. Click to expand... Click to expand...
Thread: Splitting Ends -A glimps in to the mind of Trinket-

Snazzy Trinket said Tuesday, September 18 2010 Crazy baby -Dj Melodie 1123 9m Pacific Daylight Time I love you like arsenic. Okay so, I'm dramatically irradiate by someone right now so to keep peace in the home I have turned to writing. So here it goes Despite of what is known as your bohemian appearance Or your vaguely Anarchic set of beliefs, Your range of ability is that of someone you can find on any San Francisco comer. Youre common , Theres not a thing about you that reads originality. You are the figurehead of all that is superficial and thats what gets under my skin. You pontificate to everyone, Preaching mindlessly about things you dont know . Its a competition to you, The need to stand proudly in that limelight, soaking in that minute of self aggrandizing glory that you have won. But it will soon pass and you will walk away returning to your circle of clones the minute youre rejected in the real world. You poor fascist bastards , You point the finger at everyone but yourself and you refuse to notice your own flaws. Because you are stuck, Adhered , to you set of standards and tastes Which have already been written out by a corrupted panel of hipster judges. Its ridiculous.! But let me tell you this, I am the world biggest Hypocrite. I preach the same nonsense that spills our of your mouth I just say it louder. Which validates me to look down my nose at you. You see, I have caught on, and thats what makes us different. If you speak loud enough, people stop listening to what it is you are saying and fallow like the mindless sheep they are. Challenge me baby, And I swear Ill watch you fall from the top of your ego. You cannot prove a hypocrite wrong and you cannot make a failure succeed. All you can do is fail along with them. So listen up. Because I will explain this one last time. Bohemia is dead and anarchy unrealistic. Government is all we have left, may it be conventional democracy Or the fucked over law system you are so often times preaching about. Its still government. So please stop your bitching about it. The future is not ours It theirs . We just get to live in it. So stop with this mind numbing masqueraded of delinquency and hop-hop onto the ban wagon. Because honey its the only way out of this rotting display of society. Click to expand...
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Ryan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic Ryan walked into the convenience store and looked around. All there that was in there was a woman in her mid 20's at the magazine rack and the clerk. He was glad there wasn't many people in the store that afternoon. You see, Ryan was a convicted felon. He was accused of robbing a bank and shooting one of the tellers. The only problem was he didn't do it. But due to some poorly collected DNA evidence he was convicted. His lawyer said that he was going to work on his appeal but Ryan didn't want to wait. Now, he was in a convenience store outside of LA. He lucked out and found a car that had keys left in the ignition and started heading north. He was hoping to reach his friends place in the woods outside Lake Tahoe. He was positive the cops would never look for him up there. He got some gas and grabbed a Butterfinger for the road. He paid for his items and waited for his change when two cops walked in. Ryan tried to stay calm. Then the woman brought a couple of Magazines over and dropped them on the counter. Unfortunately, the clerk had run out of nickles and had to open a new roll, just then the cops got a APB on their radios for his stolen car. They walked up to Ryan and to question him about the car. He didn't know what to do, so he did the first thing that came to his mine. He grabbed the woman, shoved the candy bar in her back like a gun and said, NOBODY MOVE! I've got a gun and it's right in this lady's back...
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella Rose Hawthorn Age 23 Height 5'4 Weight 120 lbs Hair Red spirals Eyes Blue Body Type Curvaceous Gabriella was strumming her fingers slowly over the magazines when she saw from the corner of her eyes the man coming in. She'd just shrugged it off, assuming it was just one of the people that would go into a place like that. It didn't have anything anyway, not really. She was just in there because it might offer some excitement, it certainly didn't offer her choice of reading material. She picked out four that could be good enough, and a good enough excuse to have been in there, and laid them on the counter. She was pulling out her credit card when she felt something sticking into her back. The young woman gasped loudly and her back straightened further. When she heard the threat, she nearly gasped again. Luckily, she didn't, and instead turned her head to look at him, then the cops. Was she really being taken hostage? Did he plan to hold her for ransom? Did he know who her father was? There was her luck.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

There wasn't much the police could do. They couldn't take a shot at Ryan because he was using the woman as a shield. She was wearing a pair of designer jeans, a semi see-though black Chanel blouse with a black bra, and a pair of brown designer boots. Ryan then had the clerk take the cops guns and put them in the jacket he was wearing. Ryan was also wearing jeans a denim button up shirt and a white t-shirt, and jeans. He then took one of the guns out of the pocket and put it near the woman's head. All of you on the floor. The cops and the clerk did what they were told. They didn't want the young woman to get hurt. Now, stay on the floor until we are gone. Then, Ryan spoke to the woman, Give me the keys to your car... She handed him the keys and he drug her out side. There was a silver BMW convertible with the top up out side. He unlock the doors and forced her into the drivers side, then had her climb over the console and sit in the passenger seat. Once he buckled up he pulled out of the parking lot... Fuck... was all he said.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Usually, Gabriella was full of opinion and smart comments. However, right then, she was trembling in her five hundred dollar boots. Not that she showed it, of course, the red head came off as ice cold as she watched everyone. When she felt the barrel of the gun poking on the side of her head, the girl gasped and watched everyone land on the floor to insure her safety. She dug into her purse quickly when he told her to give him the keys to her car. Beemer.. She said quietly, letting him take her out of the store. Once in the car, she had to navigate over the console then she buckled into the passenger seat as he drove them off. Where... Where are you going to take me? She asked, slightly afraid this man was going to kill her, or do something terrible to her. She didn't know if she should let him know who she was, but that might save her life.. Unless he hated rich people.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

As Ryan continued to drive he kept looking in the rear view mirror. I don't plan on keeping you for long... You just have to sit tight and be a good girl. I'll let you go as soon as it's safe for me to let you go... He took a deep breath, he kept looking for the cops. They sat there in silence for a few minutes and then Ryan spoke up, OK... we are going to be together for a little while. I'm Ryan... What's your name?
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella glared as he said he didn't plan to keep her for long. Then, a few minutes later he said they'd be together for a while. Well, Ryan. My name is Gabriella Hawthorn. She said, raising an eyebrow as she watched closely to see if he realized who she was. He should, her name appeared in news papers mostly gossip rags and Hawthorn Industries as one of the biggest manufacturers of, well anything. They bought and sold companies as well as making air planes and some weaponry.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella Hawthorn... he said as he shook his head, Fuck... Just my god damm luck. I have to make a quick getaway and I happen to have to take Gabriella Hawthorn as my insurance policy. Well, Gabriella... I guess I know know how a young woman like you can afford a car like this...Must be nice having a dad that will give you everything you want...
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella smirked. Yep. You are definitely right. She told him, shrugging and sitting back in the seat smugly. It is a wonderful thing to have my father buying me everything I want. She said, though she had bought the car herself, with money she'd made herself. She wasn't going to tell him that, however. So, are you going to use me as ransom to get away or something? She asked. And why the hell are you running from the cops in the first place?!
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Ryan shook his head when Gabriella said that she was happy that her daddy bought her everything she wanted. 'Just another typical spoiled Beverly Hills brat.' he thought to himself. No, I'm not going to hold you for ransom... At least I hope it doesn't have to come to that. I'm hoping to get out of LA without being seen. That way I can just let you go. And I'm running from the cops because earlier today, I escaped while I was being transferred to San Quentin.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella's eyes went wide when she heard the man say why he was running. She'd heard of him. Oh no. She said aloud, taking a hold of the door handle. I heard about that. You killed someone! She moved as far away from him as she could, looking at the gun nervously.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Ryan shook his head and took a deep breath, Relax, Gabriella. I didn't kill anyone. It all started a few months ago. I was just sitting at home watching TV. I had a good job, a good home, and good friends. Meanwhile, on the other side of town a guy robbed a bank in a clown costume and shot one of the tellers. Word was all over the news. Now, it just so happen that a few nights before I went to a costume party as a clown and the old bitty next door saw me, then she saw the report on the news, freaked out and called the cops. They found the clown costume in my closet. That and some poorly collected DNA evidence was enough to convict me for 25 years. And, now I'll get more for kidnapping, escaping, that's why I have to get out of town. It had been about 10 minutes and so far so good, no cops had spotted them, I'm guessing if we can go another 20 minutes with out being spotted by the cops we should be good and I can let you go...
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

They don't really do that... Gabriella said, looking at him suspiciously. The whole 'wrongfully convicted' thing is played out. She told him. She was so sheltered her whole life that she didn't really realize that stuff like that actually happened out side of the movies. She frowned and watched him. Truth be told, he didn't seem so dangerous, for a man that had just escaped from jail. Slowly she relaxed and crossed one leg over the other, tapping her foot slowly. I really hope that we do get to a point that you can let me go. I have to get back to work. She commented, thinking of her schedule.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Ryan shook his head when Gabriella said that people didn't get wrongfully convicted, You might think it's played out but believe me honey it's not... He continued driving. He looked at the clock, 15 minutes and no cops. Then she said she had to get back to work, Oh, so you do work? he said, I figured you just lived off Daddy's money.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella grinned. I don't know how much I can think about that. I mean, come on, the judicial system is a world better now than they were fifty years ago. She shrugged when he spoke and let his shock of the fact that she worked be known. I haven't let my daddy pay my way for quite some time. She told him. I own my own business.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

The judicial system might be better than it was fifty years ago, but it still makes mistakes. I would know if I robbed a bank and I know for a fact that I didn't rob a bank. But, they only person who believes me is my lawyer. Ryan was impressed that she owned her own business at her age. What kind of Business do you have?
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella shrugged and looked closely at him. So no money in your bank? She asked, teasing him slightly. Well, maybe you were sleep walking? She offered, then laughed. Sleep robbing. When he asked what kind of business she had, she sobered and looked out the window It's an interior decorating business. She told him.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Ryan glared at her when she suggested that he was sleep walking. Just as he figured, she didn't believe him. He looked at the clock 20 minutes and no cops. He was starting to breath easier, he would be able to let her go soon. Then when Gabriella said she had an interior decoration business. He nodded, I figured you have something to do with making things look good. You do a good job of taking care of yourself.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella blushed. She knew that he took offense to her suggestion of him sleep walking, when she'd only been joking, trying to ease the tension so that he wouldn't shoot her or anything. Thanks. She said, pushing her hair out of her face. It's a fun job, and it uses my skills of putting things together. She told him.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Ryan smiled and looked over at Gabriella. For some reason he started to fall for the young woman next to him. He really wished he didn't have to let her go. But, he knew he had to. He was heading up north to the mountains near Lake Tahoe. That was no place for a woman like her. He just nodded when she said she like her work. He wasn't sure what to say next. He just kept driving and checking behind him.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

So, can I ask what your plans are? Gabriella asked, picking at her jeans. She seemed like she was bored, but this was the most exciting thing that she'd ever done. She had such a tame life a tame world. Now, she was running with a man, and she didn't really want to leave.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Ryan looked over at her and smiled, Well, I've got a friend... Who has a really nice place hidden away in the mountains up north. I'm pretty sure the police will never find me up there. He smiled and looked at the clock. He started to look for a good place to leave Gabriella. He couldn't believe that no one was following them.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Gabriella smiled back. How do you figure they won't? She asked. She also wondered how he was so sure that she wouldn't tell the cops. She didn't plan to tell them anything, because he was sharing this bit of the adventure with her, and she wasn't going to ruin that.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

It's far up in the mountains. He said, There's no real roads up there. The house is part of a sort of town that never was. It was going to a mine of some kind but before anything could get started the whole thing went bust. Fortunately, there is gas and electric lines. Ryan looked at the clock and saw that the two of them had been together for 30 minutes. He looked and saw another gas station ahead. Well, my dear... It's almost time for us to part ways. I'll keep your car for awhile longer and leave it in a safe place so you get it back... He started to pull of the road and next to the gas station... wishing he didn't have to leave Gabriella behind...
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Gabriella frowned and nodded. That sounds cool. She said quietly as he pulled off the road. So... You have to let me go? Can't I come with? She asked quickly, showing for the first time in the thirty minutes how she had been enjoying the little run. I mean.. I'd like to see a place like that. She added quickly, not wanting to seem like the kind of person that would just jump at something like that without a reason.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Ryan raised an eyebrow when she asked to come with him... Really... You want to come with me? He thought for a moment and then he smiled... All right... But, if you decide to leave you can't tell anyone where I am... If you do I'll be in big trouble...
Thread: The Mountain Man and The Business Woman (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Shadow_girl)

Ryan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Do to some great investments and he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He build a cabin in the woods with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He also raised chickens and planted a garden for food. He only went to town once a week to get other food. He enjoyed his life but he missed having female companionship. So, he deiced that since he would never find a woman who was willing to give up her life to become his wife, he would kidnap a woman and make her his mate. He packed his stuff and headed to a city, a good distance from his cabin. He walked around the office buildings to look for the woman he wanted for his mate. He always had a thing for women in business suits. To him, they looked very sexy and smart, plus it would be fun to take a woman who's use to being in charge of her own life and force her to become a mountain man's wife and the mother of his children. He didn't stand out, he looked like a regular tourist taking pictures of the big city. After a couple of days of not finding the woman he was looking for, he found her...
Thread: The Mountain Man and The Business Woman (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Shadow_girl)

Amanda Jefferson Age 29 Height 5'6 Weight 130 lbs Hair Pencil straight brown shoulder length hair Eyes Brown Body Type Slim Amanda Jefferson worked as a marketing executive for a company trading in diamond jewelery. Amanda had earned herself a fortune over the past 5 years living in a posh apartment in the upper class area of the town. She was also a person that loved to socialize but one thing missing from her life was a stable relationship. She had never been married and the relationships she had up to now were nothing to boast about. But besides that one thing Amanda had everything going for her in life. This day she sat at a restaurant in the commercial area of the town, having her lunch. She was dressed in black slacks, a white shirt and a black coat with impeccable black boots the shine on those would put the army to shame. Amanda liked to eat slowly while she talked on her cell phone with her friends, a little gossip she always enjoyed during spare time and that was what she was exactly doing right now.