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Post by Elizabeth Hughes on Feb 17, 2009 13:06:40 GMT -6
"You know, this whole mess would be much simpler, not to mention easier on both of us, as well as your spine, if you would just tell me what I need to know..." The females voice was controlled but frustrated. She took a deep breath and gripped tighter as her muscles got a nice work out as she held a man partially from a sixth story window. She had him leaned out, his legs were the only things still inside, if she let go he'd fall and even though most of his weight was on sill, her arms were tired keeping his balance for the moron. She shook him slightly as he gave a frightened moan, "come on benny, just tell me and then we could both go home, relax, kick up our feet. You could fuck your wife and kiss your adorable little kids when you say goodnight to them. And of course I'm certain both of us would be glad to get out of this... uncomfortable position." The brunette in control rolled her eyes a bit as the man coughed and tried to catch his breath. Jets were so pathetic. Or maybe she was just impatient. It had been months now since her brother had died. The more and more she looked into it the more and more confusing it became. Nothing made sense anymore. So many loose ends and she hated... HATED loose ends. And when it came to Ken, she was determined. She hated whoever pulled that trigger, she wanted them gone, she wanted them dead. She just, she needed to know the truth. She needed to know how he died and why more than anything she had ever needed in her entire life thus far. She needed this empty hate inside of her out.
This was the Elizabeth Hughes that had come to grace the Earth since her closest companion was killed. She couldn't handle it. Kenneth Hughes, known as Ken or Kenny to those close to him, He was her best friend. He had died in a large street fight that had broken out in L.A. Most just looked at his death as collateral damage but she knew better. She was willing to admit, at first she had nothing real to base her suspicions on other than her denial and her anger but now? After everything she had discovered about the origins of fight, something was definitely going on. Even if it turns out Kenny was just a casualty, what was he a casualty for and who was responsible? It started out with Liz getting a little weaselly Jet to talk. Through him she was able to figure out that the brawl didn't break out random like she and the rest of the Sirens thought but instead was planned. The Jets prepared for it, they were ordered to use counterfeit bills and not real cash to get the cocaine. Her older brother, Darren told her there wasn't anything to it, they were just trying to cheat the Sirens but that didn't make sense to her. And then, as though god was on her side she met a guy. Not for romance more so she was able to recognize him as a man Darren wanted dead. He tells her how his brother had killed his dealer, who was a Jet on the order of Darren. When Liz talked to Darren he told her the Jet Dealer had been cheating the gang out of cash, skimming his earnings but they wanted it to look like an outsider had done it to avoid inter-gang politics. Makes sense, so they went to darren who set it up. But if that's all true, why would the jets conspire against the Sirens? They owed Darren a favor didn't they?
The man Liz held balanced out a window just so happened to be David Michaels, a very wealthy criminal lawyer who represented the Jets and was one of their financial backers. All under the table and hush hush obviously the public couldn't know he was in their mix. But he was involved in all the dealings of the Jets and him being raised in white suburbia made him more likely to squeal and piss his pants. "I'm losing patience Davy..." She warned him before he finally seemed to crack a bit, "Why was the brawl pre-planned? Why risk it?!" She yelled out to him, "I-I... ah.. I don't know... they owed... someone." Liz narrowed her eyes, she was sick of this she shook his slightly again, to scare him, "Who? Who did they owe other than my brother?!" She asked angrily. "Okay... come on... I- your brother... Junior... he was...the only one they owed from what I know." Liz furrowed her brow and stepped back pulling the man back inside. He let out a sigh of relief and caught his breath before he saw a gun pointed at him. He looked up at Liz and sort of half-assed putting his hands into the air. "You're saying they did it for Darren?!" She asked incredulously. "Why would he want the brawl to happen? it makes no sense." David sighed and shook his head, his voice almost sincerely apologetic, "I don't know why he did it but I know why he wanted the brawl." Liz got the gun closer to the mans head, "I swear if you don't just come out and tel-" "THINK liz, where was Ken? Where were the jets? Where was Darren?"
Liz just watched the man, gun held up and tight. What was he saying? Her mind raced as she tried to think back to that night. Jets were primarily on the right, Sirens on the left. Fighting broke out the edges mixed, but Kenny and her were lost on the sides. Guns weren't in play... she had seen knives being pulled, she had tried to go to them. She wanted to fight when a gunshot rang out. Kenny tried to get her out, he was shot from the left, straight into the lung, she pulled him behind the co-- he was shot from the left. He was shot from the left... and suddenly all the color drained from Liz's face. All the blood in her system rushed to her stomach as though she had swallowed an anchor. David could see the difference and sighed, "Now you know." Liz raised her eyes to meet his. "You're weak," She began, "Get the Jets one more payment, get your family and run for it. You don't know who you're dealing with, especially when they find out you squealed." she added, trying to find her voice. Dave nodded, grabbed his suitcase and left. Left Liz standing in his office, her hand on his desk propping her up. She felt sick. But when she looked back at all Darren Jr. had done... He raped her, he molested Iz, no matter how she tries to deny it. The man was ruthless and brutal, and he hated Kenny, she knew that. So could she really put it by him? Liz let out an emotional gasp as she attempted to regain composure. She had to get outside. She had to go.
The front doors of the lawyer's office building opened as Liz ran out and she kept running. She ran further away from the strip cutting across the park as she did so. Her run slowed to a jog before she clutched her side and stopped completely, she was hyperventilating. She was panicked. She leaned over, holding her side and trying to breath deeply. She dry heaved a bit before she regained composure. She stood there in the park, at about eleven at night and just breathed trying to get ahold of herself. She jumped a bit as she felt a buzz in her pocket. She reached in and pulled out her cell to see Marcus calling... another brother... she put the phone to her ear, "What?..... I know exactly what happened, I need to talk to darren.... where is he? ........" and then she hung up. She kept her voice stable, firm, but rather emotionless. Liz nodded to herself, LA. She needed to get to LA. Zack... he has a car. And with that she was off again, luckily she was only a few blocks away from the Hitten Apartment building. She jogged around to the back to the parking lot. She couldn't ask him. He would try to stop her, but if she just took it and left message, he wouldn't do a thing. She knew him well enough. She ran over to the blue car, before looking around. She found the dumpsters and climbed up. She needed to find a wire, some thin strip of metal, som-- a wire clothes hanger, perfect. She pulled herself back over and ran back to car bending the wire hanger out of its shape but keeping the hook. Time to commit grand theft auto.
Liz approached the car and held her hand against the window, putting pressure on it so she could slide the hanger down into the door, she felt around a bit, heard a click pulled up and the door was opened. She rolled her eyes as the car alarm went off, like they always do but slipped inside and shut it off before it had been on for even a moment. She tossed the hanger aside, and crouched down to see underneath the drivers seat. She pulled out the wires, to an outsider it would look as though Liz had done this millions of times when the truth was she had only done it twice, but she had seen it down millions of times so I guess that compensated. She start to flick the wires against each other, avoiding the sparks that came out. "Come on..." she mumbled as she worked. This had to work. She didn't have much of a plan other than confronting him. She had to do something though because now she knew. Her oldest brother had murdered her closest brother.
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notes;; so excited, I know she's outside the hitten apartments but seeing as they will be hitting the road and headed to LA I figured it was better to put the thread here.
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Post by Riley Turner on Feb 18, 2009 0:05:31 GMT -6
RILEY DELRICK , [/size][/font] "i ask myself: why do you want to help? what's so different about this one?"  I LOOK YOU IN THE EYE SOMETHING ISN'T RIGHTPROBLEMS WILL INTERFEREAND I DON'T THINK WE'LL SURVIVE----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center]
So, where had Riley been these non-existent past week? He took a trip. Down to Nevada with his younger brother, Reed. Yeah, they knew (or maybe it was just Reed) you missed the two Turner brothers. They went to go visit the youngest, troubled, and recently cleaned up Regan Turner. "When the fuck are Mom and Dad gonna let me outta here?" was the first thing Regan said, greeting his brothers he hadn't seen in five months. Too long. It was nice to see that Regan hadn't lost his personality but the way he stood was more... proper? than his relaxed demeanor. Riley had never visited anyone in jail and he knew that the rehab center Regan was sent to was not a jail but the visitation room they three brother were sent to looked an awful like a prison set-up. "They do it to freak us out." Nice to know Regan could still read their minds. "You can't be fucking seriously, little brother. This place is like a Hilton compared to jail at Valkyrie," Reed said with a scoff. Brushes with the law. Riley was proud to say as the only Turner (besides little Bevin) who hadn't had run-ins with authority figures and laws. Kinda made him think where he messed up on the whole 'look up to your older brother' thing. Yet, the twenty-two year old always knew how to real everyone back in.
From what the doctors told the two older brothers, (mostly to Riley because he looked the most in charge) Regan responded to treatment well, and would be ready to come home when he completed the last steps. That was great to hear. He successfully graduated from his sophomore year, something he probably wouldn't be able to do if he still went to school at Valkyrie. Speaking of the academy, the last time he talked to the Headmasters re-admittance of Regan was shot down. Riley knew Regan was a troubled kid. But, maybe this program got him on the right track. Hopefully. Regan wanted to know when he could go home. Riley said he wasn't done yet, but they were looking forward to him to come home. Everyone really. Which, may or may not be true, Riley was going with it. Proving it was like a prison, they sent Reed and Riley out since it was past visiting hours. They both said bye to Regan and he was gone.
They were gone a few days. Took longer to get to the south of Nevada, so stops were frequent and Riley didn't want Reed driving. They got back early this morning, and Riley dropped his brother off at his apartment before he drove to his. The apartment he shared with long-time friend Zack Holtz. Riley got home and crashed for pretty much the entire day. He'd call his mother later to tell her that Reed and him went down to visit Regan and from the looks of it, he was doing just fine. Around seven, Riley decided he should be doing something with himself and he ended up going to the grocery mart and bought some food. Whoo fun, glad he was being productive. By that time, Zack was home and watching tv in their living room. Feeling more ambitious, he cleaned out the refrigerator with all the old expired food and cleaned off their counter which between ungraded papers and college text books, it was still messy. They lived like animals. Even the garbage was just, full. "Ah, dude. We live like pigs. The garbage is full." The two spent at least a minute on who should take the garbage out. Seeing as Zack probably would do it after tv, Riley wanted to do it now, getting it out of the way.
Riley lost the debate of who was to take out the garbage. Two guys in their twenties lived like they were in a frat house. Man, were they lazy. He grumbled, "Ok, I'm taking the garbage out then." Riley thought he was able to make out a grunt or something from Zack watching tv before Riley bent over, pulling the huge black garbage bag out of the garbage can. Tying it together at the top, Riley picked it up. He took a short distanced-walk to the entrance of their apartment and mumbled a 'I'll be right back'. Their apartment was located on the third floor so it was a nice walk down three flight of stairs, out the back to where the dumpster and cars were parked by all the tenants of Hitten Apartments. Walking past all the doors down to the back, you really could hear everything. From loud music, channel four news, even some arguments. For as many people that were shacked up in here, he only knew a few of them that him and Zack became friends with. He heard a car alarm go off outside and shook his head. The crime on their street was getting a little outrageous. He wouldn't be surprised if his jackass cousin Finnegan was back to stealing cars. It was annoying that he was out of jail... again. Time to get a new hobby if you got caught two times for doing the same exact thing.
He let out a loud sigh as he reached the back door. He was glad he wasn't stopped by anyone who always tried getting a conversation out of him. He twisted the door knob and opened it up, walking toward the end of the sidewalk he threw the big bag like a basketball into the dumpster, aka the hoop. It landed in the pile of other garbage and Riley punched his fist in the air. He still had game. He smiled to himself and turned back towards the door, but something caught his eye. Zack's car getting hot-wired by someone. Some hooligan he was guessing. "Hey!" his faded 'i've been around americans too long' irish accent pierced through the silence as he approached the car. Though he stopped dead in his tracks when he realized who it was. "Jesus, just when I thought I saw it all," he stated as the dark night conflicted with his vision. "You know, Zack is upstairs. I'm sure he would have given you his keys... or a flashlight if you insisted on hot-wiring his car. Liz, what are you doing?"
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Post by Elizabeth Hughes on Feb 26, 2009 15:38:35 GMT -6
Nothing had been alright since Kenny died. Correction, nothing had been right since Darren Junior's birth but Ken had made things seem better. He made the thing they called family in the Sirens actually feel like family. You see, in the gang, the world family didn't mean 'love.' It did not mean 'caring' or 'compassion.' No, what it meant was unearned loyalty and blind faith in the members of higher rank, namely the fathers. It wasn't right, but there it was. Liz had never lost anyone she truly cared about until Kenny and it the worst feeling imaginable. The narrator in A Series of Unfortunate Events was right, if you've lost someone you loved than you know how they must feel, if you haven't, you can't possibly imagine it. It was what put her here. That and just pure hatred for everything her life had been thus far. She was in a parking lot in the Shaks outside of her friend's apartment building, breaking into her friends car. God, she was breaking into one of her oldest friends cars!! And she didn't feel worried or guilty or anything! Who does that? Who doesn't feel guilt? What kind of person had the Sirens built in her? Especially with her being one of the softer ones, 17 almost 18 and still no kill? Plenty of assists but still... compared to some of the others, compared to Widow... then again, Wid was Juniors oldest daughter, we expect her to be fucked in the head. Liz just had never felt so resentful of her upbringing, or resentful at all for that matter. I think she only resented it at the moment for the fact it was their life style that killed Ken. It was the only reason she hated it so much right now, because as we all know, a few months ago, when Kenny was still breathing, she was loving that life.
For now, she just needed to get to Los Angeles, she needed to see Junior. What she was going to do when she got there she didn't know but she needed to get out. Get out and get away as soon as possible. After she confronted him and after all this was done, things would be better. She would be better. She would get her act together, bite down her pride, go back to Chicago, get to work again. It was this place that did it, it was that people that lived here. Valkyrie... It was a poison. She had her GED, she was no longer a student at the Academy, she did what her father asked her to do by sending her here. That should be enough. Hell she was going to be 18 in less than two months! Not that that really had much effect on her. Liz had never cared about that number line before, usually just ignored it but at the same time, it would help others out in seeing past it now wouldn't it? Liz smiled as she heard the engine start with a slight roar. "Yes! thank you baby." She muttered, relieved it worked, patting the car as she leaned back out of the car and stood straight, feeling the weight of the gun beneath her belt. She paused slightly when she heard footsteps, whoever it was she was r- "hey!" ugh... Liz rolled her eyes, she knew that voice.
Riley Turner was running up to her. She glanced at him over her shoulder before turning back to the car. She really did not have the time to listen to him rant about her safety and Zack's car and how "he's worried" or other bullshit he could keep shoveling out for hours on end. "Jesus, just when I thought I saw it all," Liz's eyes stayed intent on the car. She glanced at the gas, they were good. She stood up straight and glanced at Riley before popping open the trunk. "You know, Zack is upstairs. I'm sure he would have given you his keys... or a flashlight if you insisted on hot-wiring his car. Liz, what are you doing?" Liz opened the trunk over head and pulled out a few of the boxes in the back. Liz and Zack had known each other a good long time. She knew he kept certain things always in his car. Including an emergency Satellite phone, some batteries, and, of course, a flashlight. She pulled it out of the box and waved it to the side so Riley could see it. "I'm covered, thanks." She said plainly, closing the box and pushing it back into the trunk. "You know..." she continued plainly as she slammed shut the back door, "Next time you think you see a car jacker, stay quiet, get inside and then call the police." Liz walked back around the front pulling open the door and tossing both the phone and flashlight into the back seat before turning around. "Your little shout out wouldn't scare bootlegger let alone a car thief and I, for one, prefer you with no bullet holes in your head." She warned facing him, leaning slightly against the car.
And it was advice he should take too. The people who are stealing cars aren't petty thieves. "I don't have time to consult Zack with every move," She replied and shook her head slightly, turning back around. She reached below her belt and reached for her gun. "Besides, he might have tried to stop me," She added leaning down and reaching across the seats to the glove compartment. She opened the latch and very quickly switched safety on, on the hand gun and tossed it in. "And that I really don't have time for." Liz stretched a for a moment, pulling her arms across her chest before she ducked down into the car and shut the door. She sounded completely decided as she spoke but really, she felt nauseous. Liz rolled down the window and looked out at Riley. "Tell Zack I'll have it back for him in the morning."
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Post by Riley Turner on Mar 6, 2009 23:33:06 GMT -6
RILEY DELRICK , [/size][/font] "i ask myself: why do you want to help? what's so different about this one?" I LOOK YOU IN THE EYE SOMETHING ISN'T RIGHTPROBLEMS WILL INTERFEREAND I DON'T THINK WE'LL SURVIVE----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center]
The relationship between Riley and Liz was an odd one. It all started in the park and the story took off from there. Riley was Liz's teacher, he met her brothers by sheer coincidence, and he slept with her. The sleeping together was by accident... too much too drink was what happened, and well, Riley would never fully forgive himself for that. Yeah, there was always this underlying sexual tension between the two, something no one could really explain. He didn't even know if he was attracted to her, or the way she lived her life. He really tried with this one. Tried to make her finish high school, or at least his class. But as odd and messed up as they viewed each other, Riley did truly genuinely care about her. He cared that she didn't finish high school and he cared about the danger she was putting herself in. Slept together or not, Riley was kind of the one that was just conveniently there. Sometimes, by accident... well always by accident. Like the night she showed up at the apartment looking for Zack, Riley was there instead. That night was so frightful for him. She must have broken something, he thought. Riley really wanted to take her to the hospital, but she refused. She chipped off some of the tiled wall in the shower. But there was Riley, the outsider who tried not to ask many questions and just be there. As unwilling as she wanted him to help. It was an understanding. Complicated, I know.
"Next time you think you see a car jacker, stay quiet, get inside and then call the police." Riley stood silent for a moment. "I was planning on doing that until I saw it was you..." Oh, wow, Riley. Could you sound any more lamer? He was still trying to figure our what the hell she was doing so he stood in the dark, about five feet from the car with his hands in his pockets. "Your little shout out wouldn't scare bootlegger let alone a car thief and I, for one, prefer you with no bullet holes in your head." First thing he thought of was how he'd get bullet holes in his head anyways, and his second thought he said out loud, "Oh, you know thanks, Liz. For cutting me down right now when you're the one stealing a car." Why did Riley have this feeling in his gut that Liz was going to be doing something really stupid? Well, stealing a car [even if she knew the owner] was a big tip off. He was betting on that Liz wasn't going to tell him what she was up to because it was most likely illegal and Riley would most likely bring the adult out in him even more by saying something that would just go in one ear and out the other for Liz; she tended to not listen to him and refuse his help in every way shape and form.
She told him she wasn't going to talk to Zack and he looked up to the building where a few floor above Zack was probably still watching tv and maybe in the next ten minutes wonder where Riley went and what was taking a chore that would take five minutes, fifteen minutes. Ah, it was frustrating, he was really wishing that Zack would poke his head out the window or something, see Liz and him down here and wonder what was going on. Surely whatever Liz was planning on doing, Zack could convince her not to do it. "Besides, he might have tried to stop me," Riley definitely looked down at that moment and he shouldn't have, because even if it was dark outside, the interior light of the car was still on and he saw Liz put a gun in the glove compartment. Well, that answered the question of the bullet holes comment. "And that I really don't have time for." He stepped closer to the car until he was next to car door. "Uhh, what's with the gun, Liz?" he ducked his head so he was a bit more leveled with her.
So the realization that she was indeed going to do something illegal became quite clear for Riley and it surprised him about how much he cared. He knew she probably did this kind of stuff regularly, he knew where she came from, who she was. But she was just so... young. It didn't seem fair she was trowing her life away for what? Her family? Money? He had no idea. "Tell Zack I'll have it back for him in the morning." He looked at her sitting in Zack's car. Riley had one hand on top of the roof of the car and the other on the ledge where the window would roll up. "Are you coming back in one piece this time? Worse than the last time? Or, maybe you'll be coming back in a body bag. Do you really know what you're doing here, Liz? No, you know what?"
Riley pushed himself off from the car and walked around the front of the car, straight towards the passenger door and got in. He sat in the exact seat numerous of times with Zack and other friends but it just felt different tonight. "We'll tell him when we get back tomorrow." His body was facing forward but his head was turned towards Liz. "Call me a fool, and idiot, whatever. If I let you go tonight and-and something bad happened. I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself," his little monologue was getting a little to personal and sentimental for the average Liz and Riley talk... Riley could feel it. He quickly added, "So... deal with it."
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Post by Elizabeth Hughes on Mar 18, 2009 22:40:46 GMT -6
Riley Turner was not the usual sort of person to Liz. He was something she had a hard time defining. They weren't friends but they weren't enemies. They had drunk sex once, but were not lovers. They cared for each other, although Riley was the only one who ever seemed to be willing to admit it on some small level. Especially lately. He kept trying to "save" her from herself. He was "worried" for her and all that sort of thing. Whenever he did try to help though, Liz tended to just get annoyed. She had not listened to one word he had said since Kenny died. And while Liz was never one to actually listen to most people, when Riley spoke she tended to pay attention. At least she had, once upon a time. But nothing had been able to render her off this path of destruction. Not even the school shooting. The one day she had gone to the school since Kenny died, the one day she came to get papers and officially drop out and to get her GED, the one minute she was in the school she would be there when the gun goes off. I mean, that's her luck right? She had helped a girl, Claire Bennett who had been shot. Liz slowed the bleed for her until the police were able to get into the school and get her out to the hospital and while Liz may have at one time felt slightly proud of herself, seeing as she had saved the girl's life, she felt nothing. Seriously, there's this girl, Claire thanking Liz for saving her life and all Liz could think of was how, if she could, she would trade her life for Kenny's in a second. What kind of person thinks like that? That she was wishing that this girl had died and that she had been able to save Kenny instead? Kenny had killed before, this girl was an innocent but there Liz was, hating her and hating that she had been able to save her but not ken.
If anything, it made Liz more determined to get the truth, no matter the costs.
"Iwas planning on doing that until I saw it was you..."
[/i] Liz only half listened as the older guy spoke. She rolled her eyes, "I meant you should do that BEFORE bringing attention to yourself, genius." Yeah... she wasn't really the charming Liz at the moment, if there even was a charming Liz. Seemed like she had always been crass and rude. She just, never cared what people thought of her because she had the gang. She had the Sirens, it's all she had ever needed. Now it felt like her whole world was against her. Darren Jr. raping sisters and young girls as Iz had once been, killing his own brother and then everyone trying to get her to stop digging around. And she knew, she knew that even if she informed the gang about Darren's extracurricular activities, it would mean nothing. She had told her father what had happened that one destructive night when she was fourteen. Fourteen and foolishly thinking she was her "daddy's" favorite but what did he do when she told him? What did he do to punish his oldest son for raping his supposedly favorite daughter? NOTHING. Not one thing. In fact he told Liz to keep it quiet and that she'll have to be mature about this and understand that Darren will take over one day and therefore it is important to sympathize with those pressures he was facing. Bullshit. "Oh, you know thanks, Liz. For cutting me down right now when you're the one stealing a car."Liz turned a bit and looked at him, "I am borrowing the car, thank you very much." she retorted before turning back to car. God, she had to get out of here. She glanced at the clock in the car. It was almost midnight. "And if you had listened carefully you would have heard the compliment: I think you're better breathing, although, if you keep talking, I might just change my mind." What was it with her? what was it about her that made her say things like that to one of the few people she actually liked in some way or another? Before she had done playful jibes but now whenever she spoke she sounded fairly serious, it was unsettling to say the least. Whatever, it didn't matter to her right? "Uhh, what's with the gun, Liz?" Liz's brown eyes glanced at Riley for a moment but she did not turn to face him. That would be a worry she could at least slightly bring herself to understand at the moment. Maybe in her world it was normal to see people carrying around guns, but that changed. To most people it seemed to put them on guard. The idea that someone they know either feels to the point of using it or are scared enough to think they need it... it's a frightening one. Brings real to a whole new level. Liz did all she could and just tried to ignore that comment. Liz sat in the driver's seat and reached for the window control to roll it up when she saw Riley's strategically placed hand resting there. Liz gave an annoyed sigh and sat back slightly. She looked up at him expectantly, as if to say 'what do you want now?' "Are you coming back in one piece this time? Worse than the last time? Or, maybe you'll be coming back in a body bag." She let out a frustrated breath and rolled her eyes, looking out the front window. She did not need a lecture on safety. She was past the point of caring if she came out of this alive. On some level, she almost hoped she didn't come out of it. Seriously, what did she have after this? Once Darren knows she knows, he'll come after her. She needs to confront him, she has to do something. Kenny was gone, she didn't have anyone. Not one friend she could really... connect with. No future. No nothing. What did she really have to lose when risking her life? "Do you really know what you're doing here, Liz? No, you know what?" Liz turned her head to look back up at him after he left the cliff hanger, but he was already out of sight. She furrowed her brow confused for a moment before the door on the passenger's side opened and Riley sat down. "We'll tell him when we get back tomorrow.""Oh hell no." Liz replied blatantly. Darren would most likely think twice before he hurt her but Riley? God Darren wouldn't blink. "Call me a fool, and idiot, whatever. If I let you go tonight and-and something bad happened. I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself... So... deal with it." She was far too used to the more selfish attitude every member of the Sirens had which was of course, every man for themselves. You put yourself, and your own mission first. Everyone else is collateral damage. Liz let her eyes narrow, "How touching..." She said plainly before adding, "but if you come, it won't be me coming back in a body bag." She looked at him but he did seem rather, determined, which was a look she did understand fully. She put her hands up, "You know what? fine, come along, try to protect me. But you're staying in the god damn car." And with that Liz put the car in motion and pulled out of the parking lot, only to immediately head for the highway. She knew she should probably tell Riley what was going on, to be fair. But there was the nice practically two hour drive for her to get around to it. [/size]
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Post by Riley Turner on Apr 9, 2009 22:23:03 GMT -6
RILEY DELRICK, I LOOK YOU IN THE EYE SOMETHING
ISN'T RIGHT, PROBLEMS WILL INTERFERE
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Riley was never one to act on impulses; ask anyone. Sure, he was a rather athletic guy in high school, doing a sport every season, but that's different. At least you were somewhat safer in sports. This was on a whole different plane of crazy and dangerous. Willingly wanting to potentially put himself in danger? Well, he was talking about Liz after all. You never really knew what to expect. Riley knew she was trouble. Ask any of the teachers at the academy. Elizabeth Hughes was one of those students that had no hope. Riley hated when teachers put kids in certain groups like that. Every kid had the potential to learn, to thrive. He wasn't even a real teacher and he knew this, or at least wanted to believe it was really true. With more teachers having no hope in Liz, made Riley want to believe she would do well. Well, joke was on him in the end because she ended up dropping out and getting her GED. Riley was convinced it was because of her family, whatever the latest drama was since Riley was naturally left out of the loop in that area.
He had a feeling that Liz regretted ever coming to the apartment that night when there was that big gang shoot-out in Los Angeles. Though Riley still barely knew any details other than what he picked up from the TV, he felt that because of that, Riley was making failed attempts to be some sort of figure in Liz's life, and that was probably annoying and in her way. But he couldn't help it. If at all, it was her fault. He was too compassionate to really just walk away from a situation like that. It was like some loose duty he felt he had to do. It sounded weird, random, and sudden. But really, that was Liz and Riley for you. Two people too different from each other with personalities that clashed and yet the odd pair seemed to just click in a different way. Dysfunctional? Yes. But it was also one of those balancing things, where their two very different personalities clashed but also meshed because of the difference. She was such a confusing being to him. When it came down to it, he was always there to help, even if she never wanted it. Riley knew, as long as they were in the same city, he was always just going to be there.
So when he heard Liz protest about him coming with her with an, "Oh hell no," he ignored her. How many times had he actually taken her arguments with him. 'Don't call the police' or 'Don't take me to the hospital even though I'm passing out and might have broken my ankle.' So, the last sentence was an exaggeration, but you could see Riley's irritation the night when she came from Los Angeles. How he wanted to help so bad, but she shut him off and he just sat there, trying hard to listen to her incoherent instructions to him. He would admit, he was terrified that she would die in the middle of the night, or some internal bleeding business going on. He would have blamed him if she died. He should have listened to his gut and taken her somewhere for her injuries. Well, tonight, he was listening to his gut, and that was what took him to the passanger's seat of his best friend's car.
"But if you come, it won't be me coming back in a body bag." He nodded shortly, turning to look at the dashboard. Liz was brutally honest with him when she wanted to be. This was definitely one of those times she was telling the truth. So, it was going to be dangerous. A whole lot of dangerous. He sighed because really? no words could describe what he wanted to say without saying he was scared. Really scared. Riley thought about what if he wasn't the one that took the garbage out. Would Zack be sitting in his position right now or would he already be back upstairs with Riley? It was hard for him to think what Zack would do. Riley, was a complete noob when it came to all things Siren-related, Zack knew. Maybe in the end, Liz would be fine and later poke fun at Riley's unnecessary protectiveness of this whole situation. But the fact that he might end up dead was making him think otherwise.
"You know what? fine, come along, try to protect me. But you're staying in the god damn car." So he won, even if she was taking his help and protective state in a sarcastic tone. He probably would have snuck in a smile, but he felt that would be completely inappropriate. The muscle above his lips twitched instead and he said, "Fine." And he was going to keep to that because he was already so far in deep in the water he was going to drown before he got to the surface. Liz pulled out and started heading towards the highway. Riley was looking out the window, watching Valkyrie pass him. It felt off. Like he never really ever lived here. Maybe it was still Liz's words that he might die made him look at his second hometown differently. He didn't even say goodbye to Zack, to his parents, to his brothers. He was just... leaving with a girl he was beginning to realize he barely knew into a situation he knew nothing about. Just, got in the car, and off he was going to Los Angeles. Taking the familiar road to Los Angeles that he always took driving back here on weekends, he broke the silence. "What's going on, Liz. And I'm being serious," he said, turning his head to look at her. His voice was rough and a bit fed up. He was getting tired of being kept out of the dark like he couldn't handle it, because he was pretty sure he could. He knew was gangs were and all the illegal things they did. Nothing would really be new to him. Maybe she was forgetting that Paolo Giovanni was his cousin. He knew that shit was dangerous and choosing not to be involved in it didn't make him a pansy. "Does this have anything to do with what happened in Los Angeles?" He didn't look away. Might as well start with questions, it was going to be a long ride. He shook his head slightly, "Don't lie to me Liz. You at least owe me that."
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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
WORD COUNT, 1122
LYRICS, 'the way down' - the white tie affair
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, liz hughes
I SAY, kinda ranty >.<
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Post by Elizabeth Hughes on Apr 26, 2009 0:37:15 GMT -6
LIZ SIRENA, On this day that began as execution day,
trials are held for tuning in, and smiles are stretched to be worn,
AND SURE ENOUGH BECAME EXECUTION DAY.----------------------------- [/color][/center]
She was right. She was fucking right and no one had believed her. Iz and Don might have slightly believed her but NO one was behind her and she had been right. She had no idea the truth was going to be anywhere near what it was but she had been right DAMN IT! She wanted to scream on the top of her lungs. She had this... build up of emotions and energy pumping through her body. All she wanted to do was be there, get out of the car and simply scream as loudly as she could before beating the shit out of something. She hated everything right now, and everyone. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard she thought it might burst through her ribcage and start pounding the nearest person's face in, which would suck for Riley now wouldn't it? She was not going to, she wouldn't hurt Riley, not on purpose. But it would stupid for people who cared not to worry about him, he was heading towards a tornado. Now, those who would care enough to worry about her? Yeah, not that many. Zack would be concerned but that boy would be concerned for an ameba, he was an old pal from Chicago who worried but as far as Liz knew, he wouldn't be heartbroken if she was killed off. Donny and Izzy weren't against her but they mostly worried because they knew they'd do the right thing and that meant their necks were on the line as well. Her family? don't make her laugh. Kenny, he have cared, but since he's the whole reason she was zooming down the highway to confront his killer, she figured his pulse wouldn't exactly quicken with anxiety over the situation. No, no, thanks to her oldest brother, she had no one. Not one. No one gave a damn, so fuck it, neither did she.
She swallowed hard as she pushed the gas pedal down a but harder. She was speeding at this point, not completely recklessly but it was getting there if she kept accelerating. She was going about 78 in a 65 zone. There weren't many cars out but it was dark. She switched the headlights from daytime to nighttime but she didn't speed up much more knowing Zack's crappy car wouldn't be able to handle much past 80. It felt like a half release to be going fast, not much of one but it was a slight relief of that growing pressure sore in the back of her throat. She kept the stern and determined look in her eyes as she watched the road as her body shook a bit from her energy. She glanced for a moment over at Riley who was looking out the window. She furrowed her brow for a moment for looking back at the road. What an idiot, getting into the car like that. She could not just not go simply because he decided to park his ass in the wrong seat. She had to get it out of her system, just everything. He didn't get that, he wouldn't get it. Besides why the hell would he give a damn? All she's ever done to him was annoy him, tease him, risk his job, and punch the shit out of the tiles in his shower. Idiots with their "heart of gold" complexes. You look out for yourself, you protect yourself, everyone else comes second or you'll get your ass killed. That was the world she came from. That was the world Riley insisted in riding into. Dumb ass.
Of course, this anger she felt towards Riley for getting in the car was really her way of trying to protect him. While his concern comes out in caring little pussy-shit statements like "I'd never forgive myself," her concern came out in calling him an idiot and trying to get him as far away from her as possible. It evidently didn't work so well. After a few more moments of no sounds but the sound of the car on the road, a white noise that was rather comforting to Liz, it was interrupted by the voice of the Irish boy whom she could tell was tired and not in a great mood. Join the club fucker. "What's going on, Liz. And I'm being serious," Liz did not look over her should at the man, she simply kept her eyes on the road but it's possible a small bit of concern had entered her facial features, so perhaps she didn't look at him as a way to keep them concealed. She was never one to try to reveal much. But she knew she was going to have to tell him. She knew as soon as he had refused to get out of the car, she would have to tell him. But right now, she couldn't find her voice. She watched the road as she came up on another car going slower than her. She turned the wheel and pulled into the other lane, speeding up in order to pass them. "Does this have anything to do with what happened in Los Angeles?"
God, give her a second to find the words will ya? Fuck. She still didn't look at him. She rested her left arm up on the window and rested her head in her hand for a moment before placing both hands on the wheel once more and taking a deep breath. "Don't lie to me Liz. You at least owe me that." Liz then glanced at him to see the seriousness in his face to match that in his voice. She shook her head and looked back at the road, "I owe you nothing apart from shower tiles," She replied stubbornly, "You're the one who got into the fucking car." She added before taking another deep breath. She had to tell him eventually, might as well get it over with. But she wasn't turning around just because he might change his mind. He ends up not wanting to go, she'll be more than happy to drop him off at the nearest gas station but she wasn't wasting any more time. You know, there was only one plus side to telling this story and it was that she gets to start by saying, "I was right." The three words came out calmly, and yet they held such a force to them. She shook her head, fighting back the hate that started to build back up in her system as she thought of everything that had happened. "No one believed me, but I was right..." She paused, eyes still on the road. "Everyone told me to calm down, Kenny was just a casualty. It was unfortunate but a common loss. It was just a brawl it was just a fight but they were all full of shit and I was right."
Now that was only the tip of the ice berg and it was far too cryptic to give Riley any idea what she meant. But it took her a few minutes to collect her thoughts. So, remembering a small nickname Riley had called Darren Jr. when he met him what felt like years ago, she asked him calmly, "Remember Brutus?"
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STATUS, complete
CRED, format to lainey(txt resized a bit), graphics to me
WORD COUNT, 1240
LYRICS, 'execution day' by the New Pornographers (re-ordered a bit)
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, riley turner<3
I SAY, this one was a lot of fun to write for some reason. Liz muse was just going strong<3
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Post by Riley Turner on May 11, 2009 18:04:55 GMT -6
RILEY DELRICK,I LOOK YOU IN THE EYE SOMETHING
ISN'T RIGHT, PROBLEMS WILL INTERFERE
AND I DON'T THINK WE'LL SURVIVE----------------------------- [/color][/center]
"I owe you nothing apart from shower tiles," Though this was not a situation he should crack a smile, he smirked and scoffed out loud. He smirked because he immediately thought of the still missing tile pieces in the shower and he scoffed because he couldn't believe she was being serious. It made him a little bit angry. After everything he witnessed and all he was getting out of it was shower tiles? Was she really that serious? He knew he wasn't the ideal type of guy to be involved with this, or should be. He also wouldn't even be in this current situation if he hadn't met Liz in the park that night last year. "You owe me a lot more than that," he told her, bringing his eyebrows into a tight knit. "You're the one who got into the fucking car." He looked at her again, taking his eyes off the road [he was feeling like he was a second driver] "You're right. I did. It is because I genuinely care about you Liz. Maybe when you stop being so damn stubborn you'll see that not everyone out there is out to let you down." It was his second sentimental slip of the night, but this time he didn't try and cover it up. He just wanted her to mull that around in that brain of hers.
He was kind of wishing he brought a cellphone with him. Security blanket, you know. Though he was positive if Liz saw him pull one out she would grab it and throw it out the window without so much of a blink. But it was those little things that just made you feel safer. No one knew where he was, no one knew where he was with. Part of him was hoping Zack finally realized Riley was taking a bit too long taking out the garbage. Then the other part was thinking well what would Zack do? Call him? Nope, no cellphone. Riley was hoping he wouldn't get concerned and wonder where he went. But, they were best friends, maybe Zack would see his car missing and just assume that Riley went somewhere. Riley did mention to Zack all the various necessities they needed. Riley, acting like Mr. Mom, even wrote out a list of thinks they needed. Bread, milk, shampoo, and toilet paper being on the list. Riley reached down and pressed his hand on his pocket. A slight crinkling noise was heard. He had the list in his pocket. Yeah, Zack was just thinking Riley went to get groceries. Damn, Riley was working himself over this way too much. He ran a hand nervously through his hair as he tried to shake all the paranoia from his system. Riley just needed to cool it. He sighed heavily and leaned back against the seat. He never realized how tense he was until now. It was like being back in the dentist's chair as they worked on your teeth and every five minutes you realized how tense your muscles were laying down in the chair.
She wasn't making much sense to him. It was like she was speaking in fragments. "Everyone told me to calm down, Kenny was just a casualty. It was unfortunate but a common loss. It was just a brawl it was just a fight but they were all full of shit and I was right." Riley really wanted to ask her what the hell she was talking about. Listening to half of a phone conversation it felt like to him. He was staring straight ahead, frowning a bit because someone talking like this while driving? Did not make the passenger feel so safe. But, he wasn't going to bitch about it because she would probably say something like he should not have gotten in the car then. Something told him that as nervous as Riley was in the car with her, she had everything perfectly under control. As much as rolling into a ditch was likely, she was dead set on getting to Los Angeles. Riley just knew they were getting there in one piece. When the two finally got to Los Angeles, well, that he didn't know how many pieces he would go into.
"Remember Brutus?" The only thing he actually heard that made sense. Of course he remembered Brutus. Aka, Darren Jr. Liz's older, scarier, bigger brother. Or half brother. Riley couldn't remember. Liz had a lot of siblings, that's all he knew. "Yeah... your brother, Darren Junior?" Riley thought of him then a couple seconds later he asked, "Does he still think we are dating?" Oh, it felt like forever ago Riley was minding his own business. Walking from his desk in the academy down to his car for a quiet ride back to the apartment when he ran into Liz in the parking lot. Ok, fine, right? Right, until Liz's brothers showed up. Kenny, Tommy, and Darren Jr. Riley remembered feeling out of place, go figure. But Liz kept him around claiming that he was Liz's boyfriend. So then, Riley went out to eat with Liz and her brothers. At the time, he didn't really know Liz, and now they were 'dating' and meeting some of the family. So dysfunctional from the beginning.
However, the way she spat out the old nickname... she said it calmly, but calmly in the sense like she was gritting her teeth together wanting to scream at the mere mention of him. Riley swallowed and side-glanced over at her driving the car. "Did... something happen?" he already knew something obviously did, but he wanted her to continue. What did Darren Jr. do? "Is... he in Los Angeles?" Riley asked another question, barely giving her much time to respond to his previous one. He couldn't help it. He was finally getting answers. He wanted to know.
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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
WORD COUNT, 1001
LYRICS, 'the way down' - the white tie affair
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, liz hughes
I SAY, meh, i dunno if i gave you much to reply to, but i think we should time lapse and get farther along to la because i am so excited when they get to la xD
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Post by Elizabeth Hughes on May 17, 2009 18:47:43 GMT -6
LIZ SIRENA,On this day that began as execution day,
trials are held for tuning in, and smiles are stretched to be worn,
AND SURE ENOUGH BECAME EXECUTION DAY.----------------------------- [/color][/center] There was just something about living life as a Siren that made it completely and utterly impossible for them to trust anyone. Most of them don't even trust themselves. Trusting their siblings was far off base, look at what Junior did to his siblings for an example of why trusting your brothers and sisters was bad idea. Look at her other older brother, Orion. He had basically turned in a drone after he learned the hard way not to trust your siblings and it's not even that, it's don't trust anyone, not your parents, not your cousins, siblings, "friends". Just no one alright? That was the law. Now Ken, he was the shining beacon against that. Maybe not for others in this world, let us not forget he had killed a few people, seven to be exact, and injured a million more but he loved Liz. He trusted her and she trusted him with her life. It was that one relationship that kept Liz sane and from going completely heartless. And honestly, there was a strong chance she was that one for him as well. Liz got along with Mark and the others, she could pal around and wrestle and do all the crazy boy stuff while Widow was scared she might get her new chanel boots she lifted dirty. But the only one she would ever truly trust was Kenny. And now he was gone. And here she was, speeding in a car, down the highway, with Riley Turner sitting next to her. Although, to be fair, Riley hadn't been part of the plan.
Liz kept her hands gripped firmly on the wheel as she passed a nearby jeep. "You owe me a lot more than that," Liz glanced over at the man as he seemed to take a slight offense to her words. She scoffed a bit before looking back at the road. Oh yeah, what did she owe him? All he had ever done was confuse her and get in the way. Yeah he took care of her that one night but she hadn't asked him to. She hadn't asked for one ounce of help from him. "You're right. I did. It is because I genuinely care about you Liz. Maybe when you stop being so damn stubborn you'll see that not everyone out there is out to let you down." "Are you kidding me?!" Liz replied right off the bat. And here's where her inability to trust comes pouring in. She kept her eyes and the road, a look of disdain on her features. "... right of course you care about me, everyone cares about me." she added shrugging slightly her tone drenched in sarcasm but even the immense amount of sarcasm seemed to outdone by the strong twinge of anger and frustration coming through. She took a deep breath and she kept her eyes on the road. Liz shook her head a bit, "You know what Riles, I might not know exactly why you got in this car, maybe its because of a ridiculous knight in shining armor image you built up as a kid, maybe it's your subconscious thirsting for something that has more of an edge to it, or maybe it's even some twisted guilt from having fucked me that one night, who knows?" the words came out sharp and quickly.
Liz put a bit less of the stressed tone as her voice changed to have some more sincerity in it, "But the one thing I'm sure of, is that it was not you 'caring' about me. The only thing you've done is confuse me." Liz stared at the street intently, the last part being partially true, Riley confused her more than anyone else on this Earth. The truth was she was wrong about him caring for her. Part of her may have known that too but it didn't matter. The one person she knew cared for her was killed, and she had an inkling she was a part of it if Junior had been the one to pull the trigger. Riley? Well, to her, if he had cared about her, he wouldn't have gotten in the car, because now she might lose him too.
The whole car felt a bit calmer for her now as she let out a deep breath, maybe it was something she had to get out of her system. You know, find ways to aggravate the one person around trying help you? it was certainly her specialty. "Yeah... your brother, Darren Junior?" Liz nodded as her explanation was to be expanded, "Does he still think we are dating?" Liz looked at him confused, "What? no" She replied, looking at him before glancing back at the road, "Well, no, maybe, I don't know... doubtful. I'm not one for any long term... things but really? Not the point..." She added conclusively. Of course she remembered that night where Riley had pretended to be her boyfriend. She had done it for his own good. She was just surprised he brought that up when it had nothing to do with anything at the moment. Or maybe he thought he did but if he honestly thought that little scam had anything to do with something was obviously so upsetting that Liz stole a friends car and was driving to LA in the middle of the night, than he was a lot cockier than Liz had initially imagined him. "Did... something happen?" more than one something, "Is... he in Los Angeles?" Liz bit the inside of her lip and nodded, "Uh... yeah. To both."
"Thing is..." Liz began, she tried to recap everything in her head of why she needed to confront Junior. As much as she hated him for Kenny there were many other things he had done. She took a deep breath, "he's been doing... things for a long time. It started with Izzy, little brunette girl, cute as a button, annoyingly optimistic, may have seen her in your... 7th period I think? I don't know. She's a Siren too, her dad is my dad's right hand man. And Junior he molested her, when she eight. God and she denies it but I saw I remember!" Liz spoke fast and in a weak voice, keeping her eyes on the road, these weren't things she could even pretend to be disconnected from so she had to keep her eyes away from his or she wouldn't be able to. "And she wasn't even his obsession, I have no clue why he did that to her and... umm..." she took some deep breaths, "there were some other moments when I was fourteen..." no, she wasn't going to admit to being raped. She refused to play the victim. She gained the sore in her throat as she continued, "And the latest... the fight in L.A., when Kenny was killed, I was certain something had happened apart from just some random shot from the brawl. I knew there was something more, everyone thought I was being paranoid but tonight I found out the truth." She paused for a moment as she turned onto a ramp that would bring them onto the high way actually entering LA. "Darren, he needs to be held accountable for all he's done, even if my father just wants to ignore it." And for the first time in a long while during this conversation, Liz turned her head and looked Riley in the eyes, "I have to why he did it, I have to." because it might be her fault.
So there it was, now he knew, well he at least knew essential facts. She had left out the Junior being obsessed with her on an incestuous level out but she figured Riley was on a need to know basis. It actually felt sort of relieving to get some of it out of her. She never had thought Junior was a walk in the park but she had always somehow fooled herself into thinking he seemed worse than he was. But after saying it out loud... things change. And as life moved on, so did the car ride. After what felt like a second, Liz and Riley were making their way through the streets of LA. As Liz stopped at red light she put her hand out to Riley, "There's a map in the glove compartment, can you grab it?" she asked, as though they were just a couple tourists, finding their way.
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STATUS, complete
CRED, format to lainey(txt resized a bit), graphics to me
WORD COUNT, 1438, wow
LYRICS, 'execution day' by the New Pornographers (re-ordered a bit)
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, riley turner<3
I SAY, so yeah, too lazy to switch to my new format, and sure! I sort of did a half assed skip forward lol.
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Post by Riley Turner on Jun 26, 2009 0:02:44 GMT -6
RILEY DELRICK----------------------------- [/color] I LOOK YOU IN THE EYE SOMETHING
ISN'T RIGHT, PROBLEMS WILL INTERFERE
AND I DON'T THINK WE'LL SURVIVE-----------------------------[/color][/center]
Riley made the decision to get in the car. He was confident that this would be a decision he would later severely forget. He knew Liz was trouble. Other teachers told him, even Reed told him. Riley just didn't care that she was. Obviously, if anything from the past several months between the two hadn't pointed directly to trouble already. But as he was sitting in the car driving to an unknown destination within the city of Los Angeles did Riley realize how impulsive getting in the car was back in Valkyrie. Shit. Why did he get into the car? Clearly, Liz was a girl who could hold her own, and by all means, she didn't need him at all. This passenger seat would have been empty if Riley was five minutes early or late for taking the trash out. Riley would be sitting on the couch watching something with Zack having no clue what was going on or, he wouldn't even be thinking about what Liz was doing at that moment. But suddenly when she was around, he made such un-Riley decisions. That was bit scary for him. He was seeing the path she was taking, and it wasn't a good one. He knew that he never could sway her opinion or help her since she so adamently marched to her own drum and no one eles. Riley Turner always would always be the one just along for the ride. This time, literally. No opinion, no say. It was like he was watching a movie - he couldn't control what would happen next.
"Are you kidding me?!" No. He wasn't. "... right of course you care about me, everyone cares about me." This irritated him to no end. The sarcasm used was killing him. Why couldn't she just accept the fact that he did? It was nice to know that she just decide how he felt about her. She then went on to insult him. No, Riley did not want any 'edge' subconscious or not, he was too laid-back and simple to indulge himself on living on the edge. Though he would have preferred they hadn't slept together that one night, he often just tried to forget it and when she brought it up, he got a little embarrassed. Yeah, Riley was still embarrassed that he acted like such a teenager that night. That wasn't him. And the whole situation was something he was almost over - up until she brought it up. The knight in shining armor thing, heh. Well, that would probably be the closest thing to being the truth though it wasn't the entire truth since - hello - Riley could never be a knight in shining armor to her. "The only thing you've done is confuse me." Hm, seemed to him they were approaching in being on the same page. "Really? Because all you've done is confuse me too." Where should he begin? The most prominent thing in his mind would always be when she came to his apartment [sure, maybe looking for Zack but she knew Riley lived there too] after the night her family got in a big brawl in Los Angeles. And then oh, ok, leave him high and dry like that night never happened. Talk about confusing.
"Well, no, maybe, I don't know... doubtful. I'm not one for any long term... things but really? Not the point..." He shook his head and looked out the window. "Ok, sorry..." he murmured as lamp posts flashed past them. His other two questions got him somewhere though. "Thing is..." He turned his head back at her, even though she was still watching the road. Ok, seemed like his question was going to get a lot farther than he expected. Maybe she was actually going to tell him something that wasn't vague and broad, but something that wouldn't keep him so far in the dark. Liz started talking about Izzy Davis. He knew her because she was a student while he student taught and he knew her and her brother lived in the Hitten apartment building. So she was a Siren too? He couldn't say that he wasn't surprised because he was. This was for sure the same girl he saw in the halls wearing every color of the rainbow at one time? When Liz told him that Izzy was molested by Darren Jr, he was very surprised. He didn't know how Izzy related to all of this, and what this past had to do, but Riley was trying hard to keep up because he knew he wouldn't any time to asks question. This was a one time thing. "Christ," he said when Liz said she saw and remembered it even if Izzy denied it ever happening. That was horrible. Riley never understood the motive in touching little girls like that. And now he knew Darren Jr. was pretty much a sex offender. "And she wasn't even his obsession, I have no clue why he did that to her and... umm...there were some other moments when I was fourteen..." She didn't elaborate on that statement and Riley was wondering if they were still talking about Izzy or if it was Liz. He knew better than to push it, or else she'd probably push him out the door, head first.
When she mentioned her brother Kenny being killed, Riley looked down. He really did feel bad for her. Riley was really extremely close to his brothers too. He couldn't imagine if they were shot and murdered. He did worry a bit for them, he just cared about them too much to not. See, Riley was just naturally a caring person. His younger brothers, well, to say it without degrading them, they weren't like Riley growing up. Reed and Regan got into some troubled times. A bad crowd where it was dangerous and something could happen. It was better now, much better, but he still couldn't imagine loosing them when they were so young. "Darren, he needs to be held accountable for all he's done, even if my father just wants to ignore it." Riley looked up, the lightbulb going off in his head. "Are you saying Darren killed Kenny?" Riley didn't know either of them well, all he knew was what he saw that night he met them all, so the only way he thought of it was why would a brother kill one of his brothers?
But then it dawned on Riley that Liz was driving to see Darren, who she was confident in that he killed Kenny. Well, this was probably the dangerous stuff she was talking about. "Huh. And when you find out why he did this, what are you planning on doing after that?" It's not like she could just be like 'Ok, thanks, that's what I thought,' and then turn around and leave. Oh no, even gang-virgin Riley knew that. They managed to get to Los Angeles in one piece. She stopped the car at a red light and asked for a map. Riley opened the glove compartment. The first thing he saw was the gun she put in there earlier. He pulled the map out and then the gun. "When are you planning on asking me for this?" he asked. He was like a ghost now. There was nothing he could physically do to stop her.
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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, los angeles, may '07
WORD COUNT, 1257
LYRICS, 'the way down' - the white tie affair
CLOTHES, here!
TAGGED, liz
I SAY, latelatelate. good news is, it's longer than i thought it would be
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Post by Elizabeth Hughes on Jul 13, 2009 12:59:10 GMT -6
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ELIZABETH S. HUGHES ,
on this day that began as execution day, and sure enough became- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She shouldn't have let him stay in the car. Stupid stupid Liz. God if he had any idea. She didn't know what was going to happen when she saw Darren and honestly... part of her, the part of her that was so insistent on getting to L.A., part of her, didn't want to get out of this. She wanted to fight with Darren. She wanted to hurt him but that wouldn't bring Kenny back. She would still be alone. Darren would still be out there and he would most likely keep coming for her and god, she just wanted out of this fucked up deal she was born into. She was born inside a glass box and there was only one way out. Riley was right to wonder if she would return in a body bag and yet she let him get in the car. She could have knocked him unconscious and dragged him out of the bloody car and it would have been a better idea. Would have been safer for both of them. What would happen if Darren ended up killing Liz now? Riley would have just assumed she took off or something but now? Now he would be stuck in a car waiting for her to return when she never would. God why was she such an idiot? Fuck fuck fuck fuck! And yet she was still furious with him for getting into the car and refusing to get out. But he didn't know, he couldn't have know. He... he didn't understand, never would. And now it was too late. All she could do was make sure he stayed in the car. Or maybe he could just take the car and go. Yeah that's a good idea..
Liz could feel his resentment when she made his "caring" efforts out to mean nothing. But for her, that was the truth. That was the only truth she had. That was the only truth she could live by. It's a survival technique. If Riley didn't understand that, it was his problem, not hers. "Really? Because all you've done is confuse me too." Of course she was confusing to him. She knew and accepted that but she was confused in a completely different way. Or at least she thought she was. The way she saw it is Riley is confused why Liz came to Zack and His apartment half dead. Riley might be confused why she never told him they slept together and why he had to find out from Zack. He may be confused why she stole Zack's car instead of a random one on the street. Perhaps he was confused as to her true motives in her actions but Liz? Around Riley? She was confused why he seemed so insistent in being the good noble guy? But most of all, "Yeah well, at least you still know who you are around me." she mumbled under her breath as she kept her eyes on the dark L.A. Streets. And it was true too. Riley, to her at least, always seemed to keep a strong sense of self. Liz? when she was around him she had no clue who she was or who she was supposed to be and it was driving her insane. She even cared about his opinion of her, not like she acted like she cared, but she did and all she could tell herself is who the hell is he? Why should his opinion count? There, now talk about confusing.
This wasn't supposed to be the way it was tonight. It was not supposed to be like this. She was not supposed to be worried about Riley fucking Turner and how to get him out of this. She was supposed to be focused. She was not supposed to be spilling her guts on all the shit things Darren Jr. had done in his life. She wasn't supposed to be explaining anything. Oh god, nausea. Liz shut her eyes for a half second on the road in order to stop her brain from rattling. She opened them again, everything was not fine. Everything was not okay. Never was, never would be. "Christ," Riley's quiet reaction from when what she told him about woke her up from her long rant on the subject. She looked over to the student teacher in the passenger seat of the car. Before finishing what happened and then hopping he got the point without needing much more explanation. Not that she would blame him for having more questions. And no, she didn't go into the events that occurred in her fourteenth year. Riley already saw her as this angry, psychotic girl. She didn't need him to be thinking of her as a victim too. Because to Liz being considered a victim was the dirtiest thing in the world. And she hated people who used being a victim as an excuse. "oh yeah, I molest children because my step dad touched me" and yada yada yada yada. In the end, they were all excuses. She doesn't really give a damn about someone's intentions, it's the actions they take that count. And it was this belief that will have her heeling over from guilt later that night. Her stubborn inability to accept that sometimes, intentions make all the difference. Not with child molesters but sometimes in death... it matters.
"Are you saying Darren killed Kenny?"
[/i] Liz nodded and forced a sarcastic smile, "Talk about taking your sibling rivalry to a whole new level, huh?" She retorted, not even kidding. Murdering your own family without real reason, such as treason against the gang, was rare even in a Siren's world. Also there was a small rivalry between the two and it made her sick because she was what it was over. She was terrified that what she was already thinking was true. That it was her fault. Did Darren murder his own brother because he was close to Liz and Darren wasn't? It seemed like such a stupid reason but she knew that half the times when Darren and Kenny fought, it stemmed from Ken caring about Liz and being pissed at what Darren had done. "The whole fight in L.A. that night, Darren basically orchestrated the whole damn thing just to take his shot and make Ken look like an unfortunate casualty." She added, as calmly as she could, "It was actually a fairly ingenious plan. Because I really was the only one who seemed to think something more was going on. No one believed me."Liz watched outside the vehicle as they were stopped, waiting for light to turn. She pulled ahead as it did before taking a left and pulling over for a moment. "Huh. And when you find out why he did this, what are you planning on doing after that?" Liz looked up Riley and just stared for a second before looking back to the empty street ahead of her, letting her hands drop from the wheel. What was she supposed to say to that? The truth? Well the truth was, part of her wanted to get Darren as angry as possible and for him to just... what did she have to come back to? what was left? She had no future, the idea of being a Siren under Junior's control made her want die more than usual and... that was it. All she had left was her anger and the rage was driving her insane. But how could she tell the irish man to her right that? How do you tell someone I'm hoping I won't have to pull the trigger on myself because I'm not brave enough? But MOST of her had no idea. She just needed to know if she was the reason for Kenny's death. "I don't know." She replied honestly turning back to him. "I don't." She said again. She took the map from him and began to unfold it when Riley spoke again. "When are you planning on asking me for this?" Liz looked over to him again to see him holding the gun up and looking very pale. She wasn't. She took a deep breath before looking down at the map again, "Put that down Riley, children shouldn't play with guns." She replied nonchalantly as she scanned the paper in front of her before folding it up(more like wrinkled it into a ball) and stuffed it between the seats before pulling into the road again. After a few more blocks she pulled over again but this time turned the car completely off. She left the keys in and let go. After a slight pause in silence, LIz had to ask, "Is there anyway I would be able to convince you to take the car and go back after I shut the door?" She asked this with no trace of sarcasm or coldness. In fact, she didn't sound very much like herself at all. She spoke as if she knew something he didn't. She spoke as though, she knew her returning wouldn't matter. [/size][/font]
STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Riz/Lainey
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'execution day' by the new pornographers
WORD COUNT;; 1547, longer than expected
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; god I hate south park now, every time I hear "killed kenny" I giggle. Sorry Its late<3
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Post by Riley Turner on Jul 26, 2009 7:15:11 GMT -6
RILEY DELRICK ,I LOOK YOU IN THE EYE SOMETHING
ISN'T RIGHT, PROBLEMS WILL INTERFERE
AND I DON'T THINK WE'LL SURVIVE----------------------------- [/color][/center]
----LOS Angeles had been his home for a good two and a half years. It wouldn't compare to the same as Dublin or Valkyrie was, but it was his... third home. But he wasn't very happy to be back. It felt different and wrong. He was glancing at the buildings and lamp posts they passed and sighed. He shouldn't be here... but there was no use and saying that out loud because he would get smacked with an 'I told you so' from the girl on his left. So he just had to wallow in his regret and sit here. "Yeah well, at least you still know who you are around me." she mumbled this to him and he took his eyes away from the window he was looking out of and towards her. "That makes one of us," he mumbled too. Did she really think he knew he was every time he was around her? Maybe it appeared that way, but man, he was always a mess when she was around. Riley and Liz were just too confused for words. It was the weirdest most intense relationship ever. And the thing was, it wasn't a romantic relationship either. It couldn't even be called a friendship.
But this conversation that they turned into was a real... eye-opener. When it came to Liz, Riley was use to only get bits and pieces without actually answering his initial question. It was strange. He knew her history was definitely more colorful than his and some things wouldn't ever be told but he did hate how Liz was such a mystery to him. He felt like and open book to her. Who in Valkyrie didn't know some history of any of the Turners? So an open book compared to a closed, locked, fourteen year old's diary. Yup, that sounded about right. So when she was telling him something personal, he listened with full attention. He didn't know if that meant she trusted him. Because Riley didn't even know her feelings toward him. Well, not that he was gunning for romantic feelings or anything. No. But Liz knew he cared about her. What was she feeling?
"Talk about taking your sibling rivalry to a whole new level, huh?" His eyebrows lifted and turned his head straight ahead out the front window. "Yeah, that's..." he trailed off still unable to comprehend that Darren killed his own brother. Maybe he found that so surprising because Riley had a pretty close relationship with his brothers and he couldn't see that happening between them. Maybe with Finnegan, but that was a whole other story, and not really necessary to the topic at hand. Liz went on to tell him that Darren made the whole shoot-out just to kill Kenny. Riley shook his head, stunned. "Wow. Did Darren really have something against Kenny?"
When he asked her what she was planning on doing after she talked to Darren he was surprised she didn't reply right away with a smart-ass answer. She sat behind the wheel thinking about it, which told Riley she didn't really plan or think about what going to happen. It made him worry about her more. Because if she was going to go all balls-out and find her brother without thinking of a consequence? She didn't really think about this and that did worry him, whether she liked that or not. "I don't know. I don't." They were both looking at each other and Riley shook his head on the inside. "Well, you should probably think of something quick, because... because I don't... never mind," he replied, looking away as she grabbed a map. He really didn't know how to construct the thoughts in his head to actual words and sentences so he just cut himself off. A lot of things were going through his head and he didn't know what to do with them.
"Put that down Riley, children shouldn't play with guns." And now they were back to the sarcasm, the previous moment gone. He didn't say anything because that would require him to open his mouth to say something and he was just getting to tired to tell her something back. He couldn't muster up being all joking and sarcastic because something big was going down soon and he felt trapped in the middle. He hated himself for being here, getting in the car. But if he would have let her go back in Valkyrie he'd be sitting in the living room with Zack hating himself for not getting in the car. He hated this. It was one of those bittersweet feelings.
Liz then continued her way for a few more minutes before they pulled over in a section of the city Riley was not familiar with. It felt like a somber blanket was laying on top of them because this was it. Like, it and Riley didn't like it. "Is there anyway I would be able to convince you to take the car and go back after I shut the door?" she told him. It wasn't sarcastic either, which was weird that it made him uncomfortable now. It wasn't all fun and games anymore. He looked at her. "Is there anyway I could convince you to stay in the car?" He didn't say it in a funny way. He said it in a defeated, worthless tone that wouldn't get anywhere. He gave a forced smile. "I'll do what you want me to do. Even if that means leaving you here by yourself. I hate it... but if you want me to... I guess I'll go back." Wait. Was Riley really saying this right now? He must be because the words were definitely being said. He was tired of arguing with her, getting in the way. If she wanted him gone, he'd be gone. They both got out of the car so Riley would be in the driver's seat. He looked around, ignoring his uneasy feeling.
He stopped Liz at the front of the car. He put a hand on her shoulder and looked down at her, because she was quite a bit shorter than him. "Be careful." He squeezed her shoulder and let go. Any other type of goodbye would have sounded permanent. He opened the car door and got in. Riley watched her reach the building and he turned on the car. One last look back and he pulled back onto the street from the curb. He started turning away from the block. Thinking about what he was doing. He was going back to Valkyrie and was going to be a nervous wreck worrying about if she was okay, or if she was hurt... or dead. He just pulled an uncharacteristic Riley move. Would he be able to live with himself if he heard something bad happened? Ugh. Riley turned the car and navigated himself back to the street and building. He quickly pulled up on the curb and turned the engine off. He looked at the building, and it appeared to be as still as could be. Ten minutes must have already passed since she walked in there. A lot of things could happen in ten minutes. Riley uneasily got out of the car. He shut the door and walked equally uneasily up to the building. He stood in front of the door for several seconds before he actually mustered up enough courage and strength and opened the door and entered.
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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, los angeles, may '07
WORD COUNT, 1277
LYRICS, 'the way down' - the white tie affair
CLOTHES, here!
TAGGED, liz
I SAY, ok, so this is shorter not because of muse because i rushed to finish this for you before i left for vacation. <3 and i gmed a little. oh and i don't care if you gm darren/riley on your next post.
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Post by Elizabeth Hughes on Aug 23, 2009 14:11:27 GMT -6
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ELIZABETH S. HUGHES ,
on this day that began as execution day, and sure enough became- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Shit shit shit shit shit shit. God why was life like this? She was not self absorbed enough to claim that life was only like this for her. No matter how bad you have it, there's always someone who has had it worse. Humanity seemed to be infinitely powerful when it came to how much damage they could inflict... but they weren't. She always remembered that. They weren't infinite. The only thing that was truly infinite was the universe. And that's why she looked to the night sky after stepping outside, every time. She would look up at those stars, those stars that they were seeing as they were thousands and hundred of thousands years ago. Light traveling unimaginable distances, a constant reminder at the vastness of existence and that no matter how badly you manage to fuck up, no matter how twisted life on the planet Earth could become, at the largest scale of things, it meant nothing. They could blow the planet to smithereens and it wouldn't matter. Planets are destroyed all the time and does it effect any human beings other than the few paying attention? No. It is like a weight lifted off one's shoulders. No matter how truly shitty things got... the universe would go on. And it comforted her. It really did because on Earth, in a human's life, every action, no matter how simplistic or innocent felt like it could cause annihilation if the wrong choice was made. You know, say the wrong thing to the wrong person and it could cost lives. Say the wrong name and watch a friend be murdered in front of you, care about the wrong person and get a bullet through your left lung, suffocate in your own blood in the middle of the street and leave only one person behind mourning your death. Going insane in the process.
But when Liz looked up at the stars, she knew. It was okay. God has other things to worry about. "Wow. Did Darren really have something against Kenny?" "Yeah, Me." Liz spoke through gritted teeth, but she spoke honestly. It would be a lie to say there was no amount of guilt in her throat for her closest brother's death. It was her fault. Darren pulled the trigger but if Kenny hadn't chosen her, if Kenny had looked after himself first and not been so caring after the rape, Darren would never have come after Kenneth Hughes. But he pulled the trigger and while she knew he hated Kenny, what real threat did he pose him? what real damage could Kenny do to Darren? He mostly just stayed away from him. Urrghhh! whatever she would find out soon enough. "Well, you should probably think of something quick, because... because I don't... never mind," Liz didn't respond to this. All she could do was roll her eyes a bit. So his thoughts were scattered? Understandable. It really was not fair of her to permit him to stay in the car when he got in. She knew she could have gotten him out, even if it meant him waking up with a headache but at least he wouldn't be here. At least he wouldn't have been in the car, an almost witness.
"Is there anyway I could convince you to stay in the car?" Liz turned her face towards him and just stared for a moment. He couldn't actually be so delusional as to think that would work could he? Of course not. Riley may make some stupid decisions when it comes to her but if there was one thing he wasn't, it was an idiot. And then Riley literally said the one thing she truly needed to hear him say. It even caused a small tiny hint of a relieved smile to play on her lips. "I'll do what you want me to do. Even if that means leaving you here by yourself. I hate it... but if you want me to... I guess I'll go back." I'll go back.... could there be anymore heavenly words for the tall Irishman to speak? She nodded taking a deep breath, looking, at least slightly, thankful and relieved. She nodded against before lifting her hand to door handle and pushing it open before turning and exiting the vehicle, noticing Riley doing the same she crossed in front of the care standing in front of him. Any other moment she would probably be internally bitter about him towering over her in height. She was not a short girl. 5'7" to be exact but compared to Riley's 6'3" approximately she looked tiny. She hated looking or feeling tiny. But she took comfort in the knowledge that she could still probably kick his ass, not that she ever really would but there was security in knowing. Liz furrowed her brow slightly as he placed his hand on her shoulder and guilt caused pressure in her chest once again. Boy really needed to stop caring about people, it'll bring him nothing but pain. "Be careful." he said to her plainly before squeezing her shoulder gently and then letting go. Liz nodded "I'll catch ya when the ship docks." She added her version of goodbye. It was actually a phrase Kenny used to say, obviously meaning "i'll see ya when its over." sometimes they meant a task and sometimes, they meant life. Liz pursed her lips slightly before turning away from him and jogging across the street headed for an old building that resembled an abandoned parking garage.
Darren Cason Hughes Junior spent most of his time in the more shady parts of large cities do what he loved and that was exerting power. The building he was in was an old abandoned parking garage the Sirens had purchased and it was was far from abandoned now. Oh it amused him to think of the looks on people's faces had they any knowledge of what truly had taken place here for the past few years. Darren used it mostly as an executioners block. A body to a parking space. There were a few rooms, a broken elevator sitting at the bottom of an elevator shaft for a four level complex. And a room he used as an office of some sort. Small and dingy with multiple filing cabinets and a large cabinet with some of his less cherished weapons. All guns. Darren could fight but he enjoyed the power a gun gave someone over a knife. They made death so swift, easy, as if the deceased crumpled on the ground by his feet had not been a human being, but an insect or rodent that had infested his home. Who was this lifeless body now lying still, center in the third parking space from the left, the man's blood slowly pooling and mixing into the oil stain? He was an insect.... a rat. He was the cowardly lacky of some jackass dealer who thought he could get away with screwing the Sirens out for some dough. Say what you will about the man and his tactics but he was loyal to the Sirens, but then again, as the heir, he practically WAS the Sirens. He stifled a bored yawn, the man who ratted out his dealer/boss had hardly put up a fight, he begged as soon as he noticed Darren was packing heat, pathetic really? Honestly, was not Darren doing the world a favor disposing of the weak that drag the strong down?
He placed a cell to his ear, pressing the number 5 and holding for a moment to kick in speed dial. "Clean up, zone 27, a helpful rat." the words dropped from his mouth as he sighed boredly. By the end of the night, some low ranking Sirens would be here and would clean this stain once again, dispose of the body, usual method. Probably spray some of the ammonia Darren kept in storage to make any spilt and stained blood unusable for DNA, etc. Business as usual. The broad shouldered 33 year old father changed the silencer off the pistol in his hand before tucking it into his jacket. He stripped off his gloves and pocketed them as he entered his make-shift office in order to grab the Polaroid camera from the shelf. As he made his way back to the parking lot he froze hearing a latch from the door come unhinged. Darren's eyes narrowed as he peered through a small window in the door until a delighted smirk came onto his lips as he peered his beloved and rather tasty younger sister making her way up the initially locked staircase. He unlocked the door on his side before walking back over to the crime scene he had just created. He held the camera up enough to fit the entire rat's body into the shot. As the flash went, he heard her footsteps and turned his head to grin at her. "Now now now, what could my pretty little sister have to do in such a place as this?" He greeted, the grin still playing on his lips as he turned to her, knowing full well what this was probably about, especially judging by all the hatred her body language was shooting his way.
And there she was. Face to face with Kenny's murderer, knowingly, for the first time. She watched as the man took snapshots of his latest kill. Attractive imagery there, the sarcasm spat through her mind as defenses rose even higher. She clenched her jaw tight as Darren spoke, his words tearing through her. The arrogant prick was enjoying it. "You know what I want to say?" she replied, swallowing hard. Darren had basically mastered the smirk. "I assume you've come to bitch at me for saving our life together." He stated, pausing only take another shot from a different angle. "You're still young, you'll un-" "I'LL WHAT?" Liz asked, furiously, "What?! Understand why you killed your own brother? We don't have a life together Darren." Darren shut his eyes slightly, calming down the initial reaction of rage he had towards being interrupted. "We will. He was in the way of that. Poisoning your mind against me." The sick man watched as Liz thought carefully for her next words. She may be thinking that he had done this out of love for her, but she would be wrong. He did this for control of her. He loved her, as least to extent he could love. But he hated her more. Liz was his one weakness. The one person alive he would never be able to stomach killing. Torture, rape, beating, that he could do, that he had done to her already. He watched as her chest rose from breathing deeply, no doubt her pathetic little heart beating rapidly inside her.
Liz Hughes stood adjacent to her oldest brother. An older brother who she knew had harbored a long standing obsession with. She would never refer to it as love. Kenny loved her, he tried to protect her, as she did him. They both failed. She shook her head, "No Darren. Never. We will never be together. I'd rather die. You'll burn in hell for what you did." Darren nodded and walked into the office for a moment putting down his camera and placing it on the table for walking back out to her, "And what did I do? I killed a murderer. I've killed many murderers. I've even killed rapists. No one catches me, no girl refuses me. Hell?! I'M A FUCKING GOD!" His voice yelling by the end of it. He was starting to have less control on the rage. His eyes flashed with rage, he hated being told no in any way. "They all refuse you, Darren" Liz replied, knowing exactly what kind of man he was. Darren sneered at her, looming closer to her, it took all her courage to not back away even a step. "Like you did?" he asked, his tone quieter but dripping with venom, "huh? little sister? You refused me did you? I remember having you all night to myself as you cried, as you begged but oh that body said yes." He stepped closer. Liz knew he was going to continue but when the only man to ever successfully make her feel like a victim slid his hand to her side she broke but instead of her initial reaction to vomit, she twisted to the side and kicked him hard in the stomach. Not expecting the rash reaction Darren was caught off guard and was pushed back, gripping his stomach in pain for a moment before standing straighter. He reached into his jacket to toss the gun aside, he wasn't going to kill her, but he was not going to risk it going off in his coat and hitting him.
But as soon as Liz saw the handle of the pistol, instinct took over even her subconscious death wish as her leg swung upward kicking the pistol from his hands and threw it across the lot. Darren watched her, keeping his rage just below boiling level as she came at him. She was faster than him, but he was stronger. After he took a few blows he was able to catch her wrist and twist it down, causing enough pain to get her still enough for a knee to the stomach before he tossed her back and held her tightly to the ground, knowing if he pinned her to the wall she'd be able to kick in his knee caps. He pushed his forearm across her neck, strangling her as she struggled and kicked the best she could. "You want to play?! I don't think you can handle it! You pathetic little bitch!" He yelled at her. Liz grasped at his arm pinning her neck, coughing and finding it hard to breath. While Liz was feeling like her lungs were about to collapse, Darren felt a different feeling stirring, arousal, as the object of his obsession struggled and wiggled against him, pinned beneath him. He knew she could feel his air change as his eyes scanned down at the bruised body beneath him. Retaining his tight hold across her neck, he freed up his other hand as he spoke, "You're mine Liz, always will be." He spoke in an eery softness as his hand reached down between the two and reached for the top button on her jeans. Liz's eyes widen as true fear entered her for the first time since she was fourteen years old. No. Not again. As one of his hands was free and he was focused on that button her struggle strengthened as she caught her first breath. Darren let go after the first button unsnapped on her jeans to get a better hold of the newly determined girl. He pushed down again regaining his grip when he heard more footsteps, who the he-
The small distraction, his brief moment of confusion enabled the determined brunette to pull an arm out from beneath and strike him across the face elbow first and as his other arm shot up to hold his nose in pain for a brief moment, she twisted her weight out from under him, kicking him hard in the groin and back to the face in one swift motion giving her a moment to catch her breath as she coughed, not sure if had any voice in her after that. Her windpipe had almost been crushed so when she saw that familiar, frustrating yet lovable naive face come through the door to the parking fixture, when she wanted to scream at him to run all she could manage was a weak, "Get out Riley, now-" Before she was forced to cough and grasp for breath once again, bending over slightly and being shocked enough that Riley had actually come to not notice Darren had rose again until his elbow came down on the bend in her spine, hard, causing her to kneel before he back handed her across the face and she fell back, still coughing. Darren then turned to Riley, the newcomer, blood dripping from his nose into his mouth as he smirked at him, causing his teeth to tint red. "Here to rescue her Romeo?" he spat, almost to the point of laughing, "Who do you two think you are?" He added with a chuckle. These two should run a comedy hour, they thought they could take him? He was a god... they were a joke. He'd have Liz tonight, he glanced her, and he'd have her next to Riley's corpse. He turned his gaze back to Riley before grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him against the wall of the lot. Surprisingly he took mental note that riley was actually taller than him, not by too much but he was. Still a weakling though, so it didn't matter to him.
Darren laughed as his fist collided with Riley's face before he shook the guy by his shoulders again in order to hit Riley's head against the wall, hard enough to hurt but in the wrong placement to knock him out. Darren wanted to enjoy this. He held him against the concrete. "Who you think you're saving her from dipshit? Huh? Me?!" Darren slammed another fist into Riley's face and banged him against the wall again as if to wake him up, "Hey! I'm talking to ya buddy! You saving her from me? You think I'd kill my own sister? I mean hey, play with her a bit, always a fun way to spend a night if you know what I mean, ain't that right sis?!" He yelled amused over his shoulder at the girl, "But kill her? tsk tsk tsk" He laughed again letting go only to slam a knee into Riley's side and backing away for a moment, shaking his head slightly, "You've got some twisted thoughts there man, seriously, you should get that checked... well if you were to live past tonight that's what I'd suggest at least." Darren grabbed Riley by the collar and threw him down before jumping ontop and began wailing away, throwing punches left and right, probably breaking the poor guys nose. Not noticing as the girl who finally was able to breath halfway decent again was crawling towards the pistol she had kicked aside earlier. She stood up with it in arm, bit down and pulled the trigger.
The bullet went straight in Darren's side and he froze over Riley, probably in shock. Shot by his own gun. He winced slightly as he felt blood rising in his lung but before he truly figured it out, Liz ran at him, kicking him hard where she had implanted the wound. She lost it. She began to scream at him, best she could, as she kicked him off Riley and continued to kick him in the side repeatedly, as his body went limp. She was in tears of rage as she continued to beat the body, "You'll never touch me again you fucking bastard!! You piece of shit! I'm your sister! He was your brother! I'll kill you!" She cried at him in bursts through the blows her foot dealt, not yet realizing, she already had.
STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Riz/Lainey
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'execution day' by the new pornographers
WORD COUNT;; 3275, holy shit lol
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; holy shit, that's finished..... wow! lol okay, deep breaths. I hope all the GM was okay, and of course he can be talking and reacting in your post to whatever's happening, I tried to keep it a bit open. *sigh*
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Post by Riley Turner on Nov 28, 2009 1:11:02 GMT -6
RILEY DELRICK ,I LOOK YOU IN THE EYE SOMETHING
ISN'T RIGHT, PROBLEMS WILL INTERFERE
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----HE COULD FEEL THE hammering sound of his heart, beating furiously against his rib cage. it was like he was going into a situation he knew would be bad... very bad and while every strand of reason in his head told him to get back in the car and drive home, his body was inching him forward. she was just some girl. some girl he barely knew but got caught up in some big old mess by association. and yet, he cared about her. it was just strange how emotional involved he had become with just 'some girl.' riley stopped himself for a few seconds once he silently opened the door. it was the reason kicking in telling him to leave. but the logical side was wondering if liz was hurt already, or worse. then he heard some muffled voices, sucked in a deep breath of musty air and continued walking forward.
the voices were getting a tad louder the closer he got to discovering where they were coming from but he couldn't hear what was being said. if his heart could be any faster, it might just explode. yeah... he was nervous, scared, and felt like if this anticipation prolonged any longer he just might piss himself. these sort of things felt foreign for the twenty-one year old. probably because he felt like he shouldn't be feeling like such a scream queen. like... he should just bust in there seeing what was up and ready to bust some balls. but unfortunately, being and extreme tool was left out of his genetics and must have hit finn instead. the thought of how big of a pussy he was being made him quicken his steps, diminishing his quiet intrusion approach on this situation. however he slowed down to listen to a voice he was able to recognize as not liz's, "you're mine liz, always will be." riley's eyebrow's furrowed for a moment. what was going on? he must have been closer to his destination than he thought because within seconds, he was looking at what he had been searching for... sorta. his voice caught in his throat and his body tensed up. liz was pinned underneath a man that was unmistakably her brother, darren jr.
he must have caused some sort of surprised shock, because the next moment, liz was out from underneath. they both looked at each other. he couldn't tell what her eyes said. riley himself could only imagine a very confused emotion displayed across his face. all his focus was on liz, and while any normal guy would be trying to help her out, he stood there, unable to do anything. guess he knew what being paralyzed in place felt like now. it was like both legs had fallen asleep and glued to the floor. he heard liz mumble, "get out riley, now-" but was cut short by her brother, coming out of no where and elbowing her in the back. she fell to the ground and riley made a few steps forward. his voice finally caught up to his actions and riley replied back with, "i'm not going anywhere." darren turned towards him, and it felt like he was staring straight into the face of death. if darren was doing this to his own sister, what could he do to riley? he slightly edged backwards, though it would be damn near impossible for riley to accomplish any escape. "here to rescue her romeo?" he stayed silent, glancing at liz when he saw darren look down at her. riley then felt strong arms on his shoulders as he was shoved into the wall. it took him so much by surprise that it shocked him more than it hurt him. however, he knew the pain would seep into his nerves eventually.
he squinted his eyes as he looked at the blood-stained teeth darren was sporting. riley was slightly taller, but what good was that if you didn't have the muscle and strength to back it up? finn always gave riley shit that god made him tall, but riley wasn't man enough to handle the height. and the fact that riley was thinking of finn after getting shoved into a wall pretty much spoke for itself. then, it got a lot ugly for riley. now it was safe to say that if your name wasn't finnegan turner, you didn't really have a lot, if any, enemies. in high school, riley was a pretty stand-up, well-liked guy. besides rough housing with his brother, it was safe to say riley had never got into a physical fight. it felt like bone was connecting to the bone as darren's fist drove itself into riley's face. it was like repeat. fist to face, head to wall. riley could feel the taste of blood at the back of his throat. it was hard to think of anything besides when was the pain going to stop? riley tried to use his arms to block, but that did not good at all, or maybe it did. his arms could be up by his face but it would have felt no different. "who you think you're saving her from dipshit? huh? me?!" his eyes opened slightly only to feel another fist connection to his lower jaw. he felt some of the blood in his mouth come out at the latest punch. "hey! i'm talking to ya buddy! you saving her from me? you think i'd kill my own sister? i mean hey, play with her a bit, always a fun way to spend a night if you know what i mean, ain't that right sis?!" riley opened both his eyes, his face on fire to see darren toss that comment back to liz. "you're... disgusting," riley said, the words falling out of his mouth the same way the blood was.
riley felt the the grip on his shoulders lessen but then felt a knee in his side, and he doubled down to the floor. one hand gripped the side in pain as he started coughing. he could feel the back of his head wet with his blood, his face beginning to swell, the forming thoughts that he wasn't going to make it out of this alive. "... well if you were to live past tonight that's what I'd suggest at least." riley looked up at the figure that loomed above him. he was being pulled up the collar of his shirt and was thrown back on the ground. the punching started again as he could see through swollen eyes that darren was on top of him, killing him. how had riley made it this far without passing out? he almost wanted the blackness to claim him so he wouldn't feel the non-stop pain ricocheting off of every bone, nerve, and fiber in his body. then, riley heard a loud bang. he didn't know what it was at first. he didn't feel anymore punches. his eyes opened to see darren above him. blood was forming under his shirt. he was shot. he closed his eyes for a moment and when they opened, liz was above him too. she kicked darren off of him and riley struggled to crawl out of the way. he looked back at liz who was kicking darren to no end. she was screaming at him, yelling things, telling him she was going to kill them. but it took one look at the limp body to know liz already accomplished that.
riley struggled, but somehow he managed to stand up. he swayed a moment, gaining his surroundings. fortunately, his legs were unharmed. from his torso on up was going to be another story in the morning. he staggered himself towards liz, a blood stained arm grabbed her shoulder. his grip tightened [or at least he hoped it did] to force herself away. "liz. liz! stop." he tried to pull her away from it, pulling her arm to face him. "he's gone... he's dead."
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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, los angeles, may '07
LYRICS, 'the way down' - the white tie affair
CLOTHES, here!
TAGGED, liz
I SAY, dude. yeah, you'd know what i'd say xD
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Post by Elizabeth Hughes on Jan 17, 2010 14:42:07 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Elizabeth S. Hughes ,
trials are held for tuning in, and smiles are stretched to be worn
on this day that began as execution day, and sure enough became
[/i][/size][/b][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] ------------ THERE WAS A LOT THAT LEAD UP TO THIS MOMENT. it felt as though her entire life had been leading up to it in fact. And yet as it was happening it felt as though it was just a blur. The only truly unexpected addition to the scene was the presence of one Riley Turner. God Damnit! Riley was here?! Wait no! Fuck! He said he would get in the damn car and drive his ass back to Valkyrie! He said he would! he told her to be careful and then got in the car! the Safe car! the car where there was a gun in the glove compartment and an engine to get him as far away from this place as possible and he said he would leave but no. But as she heard him speak the words, "i'm not going anywhere." Liz's first thoughts were not the ones you would have expected from her given her past behavior and thought process. Her first thoughts were about how Kenny would have done the same. And how underestimated that kind of bravery was and the most surprising thought to the damaged girl's head was a warm and honest thank you. Then logic kicked in and all she could think was "oh great my hero's here" sarcastically and then anger for him not getting his ass out of there. For not listening to her. It might not always seem like it, but when it came to dealing with Sirens, listening to Liz tended to be a good idea, especially when she cared about you. Yes, she cared about Riley, she knew that.
------------ SHE KNEW THAT FOR A WHILE NOW. SHE JUST WAS NOT comfortable saying it, not when she knew his life would be easier without her care or the people who seemed to follow her in life. In Liz's experience people you care about either betray you, Junior, her father, Widow once upon a time, or they would leave you, Kenny. Subconsciously she protected herself from those people. The ones that have a way of slithering through the cracks of your protective walls and heading straight for your sore spots. She hated them. She hated them so much. Hate was a much easier emotion to deal with than truly caring about someone, at least for her. It did not come easily or naturally in her world. But she cared about Riley, which is why, while she was a small bit thankful for his interference, the real emotion that took over was fear, fear with the ringing in her ear from being hit hard on the left side of her skull earlier. And fear was one emotion she hated to no end. Yet another emotion leaving her feeling weak. It was strange, for a girl who comes across as so tough and strong. Nine times out of ten she is internally feeling completely penetrable and see through. Because in the Sirens, she is probably considered overly emotional. Too close a relationship with her heart. Ironic right? She acts tough because feels weak. She acts strong because she feels pathetic. She acts brave because she feels like a coward. She acts with sarcastic apathy because she feels complete heartbreak and guilt. Although, truly, when this event passes, she will learn what the true meaning of guilt is, and feel it on a whole new level.
------------ AND THEN IT ALL JUST HAPPENED, RILEY BEING ATTACKED, LIZ trying to catch her breath through a blockage in her throat from Junior's hands gripped so tightly around her esophagus. Her seeing Riley bloody on the ground as Darren was ontop of him throwing punches left and right in a blind fury. She hadn't taken the time to think, she just reacted. There was nothing in her head as she grabbed Darren's own gun from the ground and the shot rang out through the abandoned warehouse. She hadn't done anything but seen, grabbed and shot. Next thing next she was running at him and repeatedly kicking him in the side as hard as she could. She couldn't hear anything. She could barely see. All that was in her was just fear, from all he had done to her, all he had put her and the people she cared about through. Everything he had done, rushing through her brain and coming out of the foot being repeatedly implanted into his ribcage as he unknowingly bleed to death. Still kicking, "Everything you did! You ruined me! I-" She paused as she felt the first thing to register to her, truly break through, as she felt Riley's arm on her shoulder trying to pull her away."liz. liz! stop." She let him slightly but at the same time was still pulling forward, "I loved you!" She screamed at the body of her oldest brother. Still struggling she then heard Riley's words, words that would change her for the rest of her life. "he's gone... he's dead."
------------ HIS WORDS STOPPED ALL MOVEMENT IN HER BODY, EVEN her heart seemed to stop as she looked at Riley's face for a moment, as if her brain hadn't heard him. She looked back at Junior's body and she knew. All the blood drained from her face as her breath quickened. Liz through Riley's arm away and ducked under, running back to Darren Jr's limp corpse. She kneeled on the ground next to him and shook him, "Darren?! Darren?" she yelled, sounding panicked "No, don't do this to me." She begged, muttering the last part under her breath. She had already tried to shake a dead brother awake this year, she could not do it again. She didn't know what to feel. He was dead. She lifted his shirt up to where the blood was coming from. A bullet wound, fresh and dead, lodged in his side, straight through to the lungs as evident by the blood that dripped up through the esophagus and out of the mouth. She wasn't going to do this. She could not do this. She hadn't. She couldn't have. No. She was just quiet now, leaning over his body. Trying accept what had happened without much success. Staring down at his open eyes, she swallowed the sore in her throat and held down the tears. She reached up with a bruised hand and shut his eyes for him. She closed her eyes together tight, as if to pray, and in a way it was. The way she prayed which was just her trying her best to fight down any emotion and let the Siren in her kick in.
------------ THE GIRL STOOD UP AND OPENED HER EYES TO LOOK DOWN at the body once more. Ammonia. What did every trained killer have with them? Ammonia. Now back in control of herself, she looked around the warehouse once more, not even stopping to look at the bloody irish man. She saw a small room off to the side with the door open and a light on. She ran over to it, getting inside. Inside was a desk covered in papers, a duffle bag with what looked like clothes, his wallet, a drawer filled with fake ids and boxes in which were... perfect. She saw the spray bottles and grabbed one out of the boxed container before spraying it in the air and sniffing it a small amount, that was the stuff. She grabbed another bottle and ran back out and tossed it to Riley, "Spray all the blood you see on the ground or around it." She instructed plainly, the emotion finally kicked out of her tone, at least for now. She shook her container a bit before spraying all around Darren's body, trying to break stone face as she followed a trail over to where he was beating Riley against the wall. Once everything was sprayed she ran back into the room and pulled out the metal trash bin and through them inside before pulling out any and all paper work darren had lying around. Chances are that Sirens would reach this place first and do all the necessary clean up but just in case the police found his body, it was best to make sure he wasn't linked. She through all the papers into the bin and ran back into the room and grabbing the duffle. She pulled out a t-shirt and a plain grey button down and tossed that one to Riley, "Take off your shirt." She said in the same, orderly monotone as she herself quickly took her shirt off and slipped into the t-shirt almost as quickly. Modestly never being something she cared for and definitely not on her brain at the moment. She tossed her own blood stained shirt into the bin as well, gesturing for Riley to do the same.
------------ AFTER EVERYTHING WAS PLACED INTO BIN, INCLUDING THE ID'S of on Darren Hughes the Second, she set it ablaze, the ammonia working nicely as a lighter fluid. She watched it for a moment before walking back over to Darren's body. She looked at him, as if she had just killed her best friend by accident, as opposed to the psycho in her life. What she did couldn't be called an accident either. She might not have shot thinking consciously about killing him, but a large part of her did want him gone. She wasn't sure of anything anymore. She nodded and then stepped back a bit glancing from the fire back at Riley, before she began jogging towards the exits, gently grabbing Riley's arm for him to follow. Once outside again she took a deep breath and looked up at the boy next to her, taking notice of how bad he looked. "Come on," She said, softly, taking his arm again. "Zack keeps a first aid kit in his car." She added, nodding towards the blue vehicle across the way. The droned Siren soldier mode fading from her persona, as she opened the door for him and grabbed the kit from the pocket behind the passenger's seat.
STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Riz/Lainey
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'execution day' by the new pornographers
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; lol again, I kind of rushed them out of there. But yeah, my heart goes out to both of them, geez.
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