The Witches Collide -Tristan

[georgetteblanche]

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Sunset colored the sky with beautiful violets, oranges and reds as the sky simply lit up like a light bulb. The party rested upon the edge of the beach, the tide weaving through the delicate sand as it slowly reached out for those unsuspecting victims. It acted like it wanted to drag them into its dark current, fill their very lungs with water and let them waste away in the deep vault of Davy Jones. This was how Gigi saw the world and the party that on, the teenagers and adults gyrating in their drunken mating ritual. Alcohol was going around like husbands at a swinger party, Gigi figured there was also drugs being passed around just as much. Not that anyone could really tell if those around were baked or otherwise though, the only light was the flickering crackle of the large bon fire that people kept tossing bottles into. Bursts of flames erupting as a few of the drunken fools forgot to finish the rest of the bottle. Whenever they did this, people who saw only laughed, like it was some sort of joke. Gigi however, wanted to see those very bursts of flames envelope one of those morons, watch them scream and run around. A smile creased over her lips at the thought of how stupid the person would be. Even with the water crashing nearby, Gigi could see that drunk fool simply running around on the sand, screaming for help and not thinking clearly at all. Oh how that thought tickled her to the very core.

Tonight Gigi wasn't really wearing anything special as her black locks draped around her softly tanned skin, almost looking quite fair in the flickering light of the fire. She was wearing a black t-shirt with faded white words upon it saying, 'the only HELL my mama ever raised!.' It truly wasn't anything quite special, but she did enjoy the shirt oh so much. Besides that, she had a black leather band wrapped around her neck with a silver buckle holding it in place. Oh how she adored the simplicity of the necklace. Her hands were adorned with black fingerless gloves that hold black velvet ribbons upon the backs. Her left ring finger holding her sterling silver skull ring. Black jeans hung loose around her legs while her sneakers rested upon the sand that molded so sweetly to the soles. Like a long lost lovers greeting each other for the first time. Her silver stud nose ring rested within her left nostril while her brown eyes stared at all those people around.

"Heeeey!" a man slurred as he came up behind Gigi, wrapping his arm around her as he walked. His other hand held a beer that he sloshed around as he spoke, "Thiss iss truly a party, no?" he went on in his drunken rant. Gigi could only laugh at how this man was acting and forcing Gigi to move from her otherwise standing still spot. When they came to a stop, the man stared at Gigi and gave a drunken smile, "You are hot," he mused as he moved in for a kiss. However, before he could really get that overly close, his eyes got wide and suddenly he was puking. Raising her hand quickly, she covered her face, but she could still feel the heat of the vomit beating against her body as it was spewed from him. From there, he simply stumbled away, rambling to himself before simply falling to the sand. A disgusted look overtook Gigi's face as her hand dropped and she stared down at her shirt. She was quite disappointed at how this night was turning out already. "Just fuckin' great. No wonder why I hate people," she grumbled to herself as she simply removed her shirt, her poor ruined shirt.

Lifting it up and off, she moved towards the ocean in just her pants and a black lace bra. Kneeling down, she attempted to wash as much as that man's vomit from her shirt as she could. It was quite disgusting and caused her to shiver quite a few times. The entire time she was grumbling under her breath before simply giving up. Tossing her shirt off to the side, she stood up and turned back towards the party, hoping like all hell that another drunk fuck doesn't go and puke on her. "If that happens again...I'll just fuckin' kill 'em," she gritted her teeth in the growing frustration that rumbled beneath the surface.

It was quite the annoying enterprise, forced to be without her oh so wonderful shirt was a set back in all her plans. Her evil little schemes that now had to be rethought. However, she felt an odd sense of gratitude swelling within her now exposed stomach. For some reason, she believed this would be all the better now as she stared at all those other people, those poor souls. The gears of her mind spun with purpose and fortitude as a devious smile crossed her black lips. Blinking her eyes, flashing the black mascara that delicately covered the lids and outlined her wonderful brown abysses, she now found herself deciding who to ruin. That man that had ruined her shirt seemed like such the perfect candidate to ruin, more so for revenge than an actual game however. So perhaps she could start with that and continue to a true game, one that will take quite a while to play out. But for now, her focus went to that singular man who ruined her oh so dear shirt. Yes, she was quite cross with that man for what he had done. Now it was time to pick a game, one that would be quick with a proper punishment for that goon.

Even with the fact that in the front of her mind, Gigi stared at him lingering with several of, what seemed to be, his friends. Each one giving him shit and Gigi was wondering if getting back at him while he was drunk was really the best choice. Rolling her eyes, she diverted her gaze from him and his drunken posy. They really did look like a bunch of buffoons to begin with. Forgetting it all now, she stared at the others around, wondering who was sober enough to play a game with, but drunk enough to be an easy target. Walking away from her little spot on the beach, she let the sand mold to her boots as she strolled towards the larger crowds. Music was playing through the air and some people were even dancing, drunkenly, but still gyrating in their own little fashion. Staring at them, she paused in her steps for only a moment, but that's all it took when someone bumped into Gigi, causing her to whip around and stare at whomever bumped into her...
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Tag; Tristan
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Notes; Personally, I think this post is a bit meh...but yeah.[/ul][/ul]

[Tristan Silver]

TRISTAN SILVER

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'CAUSE IT'S 5 O'CLOCK, THE HOUR STOPS THE SUNLIGHT. SO I'LL
DRINK MYSELF TO SLEEP, CUT MY SKIN UNTIL I BLEED. HERE WE'RE NOTHING
MORE THAN FOOLS & WHORES & SAD HIGHS. THROUGH THE SUMMER SAND,
WE'RE LIVING IN A WASTELAND.[/color]
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- - - IT WAS BARELY

[/color] two months into her senior high of high school, and Tristan Silver was bored. Already. Bored, restless and sick of being bored and restless. Since when could one describe the town of Valkyrie, California as 'boring'? In her eighteen odd years of living here, she could never remember a time when one could. Except for now. She didn't lie on her blog - Scandal Star, heard of it?. It was true. She was increasingly unimpressed with the continuously vapid antics of her classmates and neighbours. Some slut might be dating some nerd now...facinating. Simply facinating. So yes, she was bored. The was simply no other way to describe it. It was only October, and she was bored. Imagine her in eight months, when she graduated. She'd be dead. Cause: lack of excitement in life.

There was only so much she could do. If her classmates wanted to die cold and alone in their repetitive routines, let them. She let everyone else know about the A-lister's scandals. She didn't cause them herself. That, my friend, would be desperate. And sad. Very, very sad. Everyone here was too damn used up. Things had grown dull and colorless. She had dared Tommy to take that astrociously-dressed new girl, May Something, to homecoming. Watch her bask in the limelight provided by one of Valkyrie's supreme wreckers. That was it. As far as upcoming interest came, that was it. Watch from the sidelines as her best friend potentially destroyed some poor, innocent girl. See? She was helping. Yet, the fact remained: she was bored. Life in Valkyrie had grown dull and colorless - nothing interested her anymore. Each day passed exactly like the last. Go to school, go to some party, watch people pass out from intoxication. Rinse and repeat. Life in the fast lane had grown to be about as exciting as sitting home, alone, everynight pretending to study. The people who did that were only wishing they could be at some party, passing out from intoxication. No one actually likes to study. It had, however, grown to be the same level of excitement by now. That is how very bored she had become. And daring a fellow malacious Valk-residing issue to destroy someone was helping. Only not that much.

With all of this negativity running through her mind, one would assume Tristan was out making her life more raging and rampant. Hah. Remember when I said the majority of Valkyrie had fallen into some sort of routine? Well, she was still a member of Valkyrie's fast lane, wasn't she? She had fallen into something of a routine, as well. Bite her. Until someone slit their wrists into suicidal oblivion or overdosed via sniffing bleach, there was only so much she could do. Despite her vindictive desire for scandal to bite at Valkyrie, she avoided it herself. She hated it. Being some sort of hot mess in the middle of chaos? Sounds unsanitary. Tonight, it was no different. The same old dull, colorless routine was to be followed. Maybe someone would do something interesting. One could hope. She could hope.

"Won't you be staying for dinner, Tristan?" Ugh. That voice. That voice that was perky and greasy, which happened to belong to a Mrs. Sarah Silver - mother. Tristan herself looked up from the bright screen of her iPhone. She was standing in the oversized foyer of their shiny estate located in the middle of the Valks. With her sandals on, and grasping her keys, did she look like she was staying for dinner? Using her blue eyes to scan her mother's over-processed appearance, she arched a perfectly manicured eyebrows. Her tan made her look like a tired leather couch with very large, very white front teeth. And she was wearing the Jimmy Choos Tristan had recently bought for, you know, herself. No big deal. Really. "No..." she trailed off snappily, giving her mother a 'look'. Was she that dim? Probably. "Because, remember our agreement. You are to spend more time with the family, to get yourself out of these...habits you seem to have recently aquired." There was warning in that sugary sweet voice. Ever since her mother had learned of her 'occasional' presence as innocent - ish - parties, she had been off the rails. She thought she, what? Drank all the time, recreationally did drugs, slept around? Well, she did. But her parents never were to know that - and they hadn't for the longest time. She was in deeper than her pathetic mother even thought. Whatever. "Victoria is tutoring me in physics tonight. I want to raise that A to an A+." Developing a smooth, innocent voice that mirrored her mother's, she brightened her expression substantially. There was some chick in her class named Victoria, right? She was getting a B- in that class. Close enough. "Very well then, darling. She's a nice girl." Like her mother even knew her. Victoria was a poor, nerdy girl's name - it made sense in a Silver's mind.

Slamming the front door behind her with an eyeroll, Tristan sprinted from the front yard and down the street. Not even bothering to touch her car, she quickened her pace down the street. Soon leaving behind the Valks altogether, she slowed to her casual, swank gait. Pushing her hands into the pockets of her shorts, the Silver-girl navigated her way toward the beach. This was California - there would always be a bonfire and beer. Even in the dead of winter. Despite being a dull routine, it never proved wrong. A light smirk striking her tanned features, Tristan nodded in the direction of smoke and rowdy cheers. If she didn't have to step into one of these repulsive houses, the Shaks, she would be just fine. These people could party as well as any of her neighbours. Probably better. Even more fortunately - no invitation was required. Beginning to watch her step as she stepped into the middle of the already out of control party, carefully avoiding the unpleasant stench coming from, well, everyone, she smirked again. Receiving a few curious glances from the less-drunk company, she glanced right back. Nearly the entire school had heard of Tristan Silver - and her lack of respect for...these people. Why was she here? More, why was she allowed here? Ever since the end of her freshman year - let's call that D Day - she had been rendered an outsider by many classmates. Ice pick eyes shut those minds up. Looking around innocently, picking up one of the iced beer bottles and cracking it easily, she continued through the crowd. She didn't even recognize anyone here. And she better not come out of this smelling so vile. Only when she bumped shoulders with someone did she actually pay attention. Spilling a good amount of beer down onto the sand, she swung around. "Watch it, pint-size." That familiar snap leaking into her accented voice again, she looked down at Gigi, unimpressed.[/size][/blockquote][/font]STATUS,, complete.
LENGTH,, 1180 words.
TAGGED,, gigi!
TIME & PLACE,, october, 2007; the beach.
CLOTHING,, outfit + shoes.
NOTES,, eek, this sounds so forced \: but yay<3
CREDITS,, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to augustana - 'wasteland'.

[georgetteblanche]

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Forced to turn and face the person that had bumped into her, or was it she who bumped into them? She didn't know anymore nor did she really think it mattered at this point. The past was always just that, the past. Nothing could change what happened in it no matter how hard they tried, it would always be the same somewhere. Ignoring that, she focused back upon the task at hand, seeing who had bumped into her life at this particular moment. Some part of her wanted it to be that drunken fool who she had misplaced when she began to focus on doing something else. Noticing who it was, Gigi couldn't say she was disappointed by the woman's face staring back at her. Hearing the snippy remark spill from the woman's lips like a poison. A smirk elegantly played over Gigi's lips as she stared at Tristan. This woman had easily gained Gigi's full attention, ignoring the fact she called her pint-size. After all, words could only hurt if one let them do so. With a twinkle in her brown eyes, she licked at her upper lip carefully before she spoke, "At least your shirt is not ruined by the puke of a drunken fool, though it probably would look better on you," she mused with a coy smile pulling at the edges of her lips.

Gigi saw this woman as a challenge since, for some reason, she thought Tristan as an equal. However, Gigi was not about to assume such a thing. First a game most certainly had to be played to test this theory. The game to play was the only question running through Gigi's mind. 'Perhaps the lover's tryst or maybe something a bit more devious,' she pondered in her silence. There were so many games to play with this woman, but the real question was which would prove Tristan's true worth? Without realizing it, Gigi was nibbling upon her lower lip as she hooked her thumbs into the pockets of her pants. Simply staring at Tristan, her mind rummaged with ideas and games, filtering through the ones she knew all too well and creating a new one especially for Tristan. "Well, I would say its a pleasure to meet you, but it truly isn't," she simply mused before turning around and walking away from Tristan, 'Let the games begin,' she thought to herself.

With a slow pace, she moved away from Tristan with confidence, her walk almost like a proud strut rather than anything else. Some would assume that bumping into Tristan and getting beer over her was all part of Gigi's plan. An insult. For what? It never did matter with Gigi, this was a known fact for those who knew her or those who suffered one or more of her games. Continuing her game, Gigi moved up to a man that looked slightly out of place as he was frantically looking around, all the while holding two beers in hand. As Gigi approached, she reached out and stole on of the beers as she spoke to him, "Merci, mon amour," she purred as she rested up against the man. He on the other hand, didn't seem to matter as he played along, enjoying Gigi's company, unaware of the place he was playing in her game. "Can you believe some of these parties? Honestly, poor people do not know how to throw a good party and those that show up. They have to be worse. This one thought she could simply bump into me and blame her clumsiness on me. Truly the nerve some of these peasants have," she ranted, not caring about how loud her voice was. In truth, she wanted to make sure Tristan could hear her oh so well. Taking a swig from the bottle of beer, Gigi looked around slowly, staring directly at Tristan and simply sticking out her tongue. A taunt if nothing else.
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Tag; Tristan
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Notes; Now that's a bit forced...but I's still trying to get into Gigi's head...xD[/ul][/ul]