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Post by gabster5 on May 4, 2010 20:10:56 GMT -6
 CAIN MICHAEL ARCHERLAS VEGAS, THE VOODOO LOUNGE[/font] --------------------------------------------------------[/center] -----there were nights and then there were nights, as different from one another as night itself could have been from day. Take tonight, for instance. Perfect, as far as perfect went. The temperature wasn’t too cold, just a little crisp, the air cracking with just a hint of chill, warning that winter was coming, holding off on freezing them out for a couple months yet. The streets were perfect, not too many cars out and about, traffic slowing down as rush hour traffic had thinned out, made their way home. The company was perfect; two guys he went clubbing with on a regular basis. They were roamers, like himself, and the three tended to bounce from club to club until they found an urge to settle down and get some real drinking done. If Cain didn’t end up leaving with someone, the three made sure they weren’t so drunk that they wouldn’t be able to get home, and walked home together, unless one of them had driven. Cain driving wasn’t so much a good idea; he got distracted far too easily, sporadically missed things like red lights and stop signs if he wasn’t paying attention, and spent far too much time looking at everything but the road. Honestly, it wasn’t made for him. So they’d walked the distance from Cain’s apartment, where they’d met up, to the first place they were hitting up tonight: the Voodoo Lounge. Not Cain’s personal favorite, because he worked there four nights a week, but he got the hookup on drinks, so they’d headed that way first, meandered their way downtown as dusk drew near and Las Vegas settled into nightfall.
-----and Cain? Ohh, he was perfect too. In his element, really. There was nothing like knowing exactly where you were, exactly what you were heading into for the night, for familiarity, and Cain had started too many amazing nights this way to be skeptical in the slightest about how his night was going to turn out. Booze, people who could keep up with him; what better way was there to spend a week night in Las Vegas, or anywhere for that matter. The day might have been fine, but the night was life, music, existing on the fine edge of a line he didn’t know he was standing on. That he would be tired the next day wasn’t extremely important, because if he’d stayed home he would have been up anyway, and doing nothing interesting with his time. Habits were habits, and whether or not he was completely awake when he stumbled into work was not something Cain was thinking about. He was thinking about the way there were times you could walk into a bar and see someone the second you were inside, could watch the way they turned their head and know there was something, there was someone, there was ecstasy in human form. He was thinking about the way bars smelled; like sin and sweat and alcohol, cigarette smoke and pure heat. He was thinking about how cold tonight was going to get, after the sun had been down for a few hours and the temperature had dropped, how when the world outside would be in bed, at home reading or watching television, he’d be here, higher on life than he’d ever been on any kind of drug. It was exhilarating, and familiarity couldn’t dim the fact that he was perfect, in a zone that was more his place than college or work had ever been, matched probably only by the thrill sex gave to him. But the night was young.
-----as they neared the bar, Cain slung an arm around each of his friends, blue eyes absently following the cracks in the concrete as they walked, blowing a stray strand of hair out of his face. “So ‘til ten, yeah? Then we can all go our separate ways. Cause I'm not going to babysit your asses” He tilted his head towards Jack, shooting him a look that would have been annoying if Cain had been anywhere near serious. “Then you can just call me on my cell if you need me” Actually, he was not carrying his phone. It was probably back at his place. It could have been, sure, maybe underneath his bed somewhere, in one of his jeans pockets. Hell, it could have been in the back of his damn closet for all he knew, behind his shoes and pictures and crap. Or. It could have been at work, in his locker, on a counter somewhere where he’d accidentally left it. In some bar somewhere. As long as it was not at some girl's apartment it was all good. Cain wasn’t too sure when it had gone missing, and knowing him, if it wasn’t at home somewhere, he’d lost it for good. The only thing he seemed to be able to keep a hold on lately was the lighter Rena had given him, and he’d had it what? A month? Not a great track record. His record for remembering things was spotty at best, and the look they sent each other was demonstrative of most of Cain’s friends. He was absentminded as hell, and everyone knew it. Case in point: his hair. What the fuck kind of situation it was in at the moment, Cain really didn’t know, considering it wasn’t paid much attention to, but he did know it was getting too long when it started flopping in his eyes. That was just irritating. How were you supposed to mix chemicals correctly if you had hair in your eyes? Honestly, how girls did it was beyond him, and for the millionth time, he made a mental note to get it chopped the fuck off. Mhm. Dream on.
-----they made it through the doors of the bar then, and as Cain’s eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting within, he unwound from his two friends, arms falling to his side as the two headed toward the dance floor, predictably drawn to the music. Cain, on the other hand, wanted a drink. It was the best way to start a night, although not necessary. But he was not a dancer. He danced only when drunk, and he did not made it a habit. He could have survived without it, and still would have had fun. But one drink was enough to make you feel just a little lighter, a tad freer, and Cain wanted that feeling, knew one drink wasn’t enough to hurt a thing, even for him. But you cant have just one drink. a drink soon turned into two, into tree. Next thing you know, you have downed a whole bottle by yourself. Cain was no lightweight, so he could take it. So he turned in the direction of the bar, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket for his lighter and a cigarette, flicking it on and off a couple times out of pure habit as he reached the bar, before he put the cigarette to his lips and lit it, inhaling slowly as he slipped the lighter back in his pocket. His gaze was drawn to the group of girls sitting just a couple of feet to the side, even before he reached the bar, and his suspicions were confirmed – hot and loud. “Teri, hey. You keeping them in line tonight, or you gonna leave it to the bouncers?” She grinned, striding over to him and shaking her head, probably recognizing the allusion to the last time Cain had been in here and some guys had gotten a little argumentative, started throwing a couple of punches. Teri’d been the one who got them to shut the fuck up and sit down, though he wasn’t sure if that was due to the fact that she was fairly cute or to her pretty convincing show of knocking down one of them before the bouncers had gotten their asses over to the counter. “Cain, baby, what’re you doin’ in here? Its your night off, isnt it?” He took a whiff of nicotine, exhaled through his nostrils and shrugged lightly, casting a speculative glance at the group of girls going on and on with their drunken banter before he turned his attention back to the bartender.
-----he took another drag of his cigarette, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs. “Just hit me up with a pint of Jack and a shot glass”. With that settled, he turned his attention to the group of loud girls that were standing a few feet from him. It looked like some kind of field trip, which was not a strange thing in Vegas. As he was downing his first shot, he noticed something that caught his eye. Actually, it wasnt something, rather than someone. He was shocked by a wave of dark brown locks, that adorned a very familiar face. He was not wasted, it was too early into the night to even consider that possibility. And he wasnt high, cause the last time he smoked weed was right before dinner time, and that was what? five hours ago? so it had to be her, right? but what the fuck was Caroline Sutton doing in a nightclub in Vegas. He grabbed his bottle, and his shot glass and made his way closer to her. Close enough so he could hear her speak. He could recognize that voice anywhere. He heard some girl mention how this was their last night in Vegas and how they were going to return to Valkyrie in the morning. Valkyrie. He had never heard of such place, but he was intrigued and he needed to know more. Lucky for him, Carly was left alone at the bar while her friends made their way to the dance floor to shake their asses. This was the opportunity he needed to say hello. What was wrong with that? Cain wondered if she hated him still, but he honestly could not be concerned about that. So, he took a swing of the Jack Daniels, for courage, and then he slid his body next to her, sitting on the stool by her side with a cynical smile on his features "So this is why they call Las Vegas, the city of sin"
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Post by Caroline Sutton on May 4, 2010 21:16:23 GMT -6
 CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTONVEGAS, VOODOO LOUNGE: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007[/font][/center] -----there was nothing remotely sentimental when carly thought about keizer. it was sad, but it was true. sure if she really wanted to play the up and up she could say that before things were shot to hell they were nice. there were always fond memories of the cheerleading squad and how she ran the thing like no other freshman could. there were fond memories of the competitions and whooping another team into the ground. there were the cliche moments where after a score carly would jump into the arms of her former boyfriend, happy for the team and his success. she couldn't say she was just a giver. carly sutton was anything but a nice girl. she had her moments like anyone else, yes, most often times they were fueled by the people in her clique who needed to feel like carly was a leader. carly was the type to give into that pressure and be a bitch on occasion. it was just what she had to do. in a small town like keizer, any status was good status. hell even being the town whore was better than being a nobody. carly kept herself away from that nobody status like the plague. but after the peer pressure was done and carly was alone or with a group of people she really trusted, she could be a complete sweetheart. she had the run of the school from an early age and nothing really looked like it was going to stop her. until it happened.
-----god yes it sounded like a bad line from a movie, but it was just that true. carly had it all before she'd gotten pregnant and had blown her life to hell. no more were the cliche moments where she would hug her boyfriend. that boyfriend had become an ex so fast her head nearly spun on her shoulders. the cheerleading competitions went out the window the moment her coach found out she was pregnant. one of the most miserable days of her life was walking onto that field like nothing was wrong and being berated and humiliated in front of a crew of semi-talented acrobats who she had once had charge over. there was nothing like watching every friend you've ever thought of as close turn their back on you and leave you high and dry. nothing like the feel of narrowed or glaring eyes on your back as you walked down the hallway, untouched because hadn't you heard? teen pregnancy was contagious! carly had gone from the numero uno to the town's leper all within a short time. my how the mighty do fall. it was then that carly realized what a lie she had been living. the friends around her were no more than publicity suckers who stuck by her side in the hope of gaining some recogntion just from knowing her. people that she had thought of as friends had dropped her like a bad habit and done nothing but make her friendless days miserable. the once cheerful, peppy carly had completely fallen from grace. had it made her bitter? well to an extent probably, but everything that had happened in keizer had taught her lesson after lesson. to a point she was bitter but she learned that true friends would stick by you no matter what, boyfriends really did mean nothing if they refused to support you, and the town that once held her in high regards did nothing but watch to see when she would fall.
-----such a pity that a vital part of her childhood had to be twisted on her as a lesson of moral fiber. still carly had come out alive, kicking, and better off for it. she was a handful of friends, a boyfriend, and a baby shy, but at least she knew who mattered in her life, her family. the sutton clan had stuck by her despite the town chatter and had even supported her and defended her when their jobs began to suffer. moving away from keizer was the happiest moment of her life. valkyrie was a new start and a new start it would be. already she had a job that she adored, a few friends that she kept at an arm's length (for obvious reasons) and a great vacation that unfortunately was coming to a close. carly had gathered up a group of people to go out to the clubs for one last hoorah before the agonizingly long and hungover drive home. they weren't super close friends, meaghan and wrynn but others were just tagalongs, but they were still going to finish out the night strong. why the hell not. it was in vegas and you only got to do something like this...well at least once a year. going all out was more for fun too. she hadn't partied the entire week, like some people she knew, so she wasn't burnt out on having a good time. all of these good times nearly reminded her of the weekendly party rituals she was used to back in keizer, but that hick town had nothing on vegas, or valkyrie for that matter. "yeah i know, but real life awaits!" carly said with a mock cheer as one of the girls complained about going back. before carly could retort with some sarcastic remark about leaving her here, the girls got up and headed for the dance floor once more. carly just chuckled and stayed in her seat. she would leave the dancing to work, which she was getting back to tomorrow.
-----she took a sip of her drink as she watched the girls go, giving a little wave as she watched wrynn and maeghan walk off hand in hand, no doubt ready to teach those people what dancing really looked like. she hadn't taken any notice to someone slipping into a bar stool next to her. honestly she'd been hit on just about as much as she could stand and was in no mood for another round of that crap. she looked over her shoulder and damn near dropped her drink. "oh my god." she said under her breath, her eyes wide. a blast from her not so distant past was sitting within feet, hell inches, of her. "w-what are you doing here?" carly said aloud as she put her drink on the bar and left it there. now was not a time to continue drinking. hell now felt like a time to be running. running for the doors and the freedom that they lead to. because one familiar face brought back all of the memories that carly had been fighting so hard to get rid of in the few months that she'd been in valkyrie and as if she'd never gone through the trouble, all of those memories were back like the snap of her fingers.
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Post by gabster5 on May 6, 2010 21:29:02 GMT -6
CAIN MICHAEL ARCHERLAS VEGAS, THE VOODOO LOUNGE [/font] --------------------------------------------------------[/center] -----when cain thought of keizer, he was indeed filled with a sense of nostalgia. but it was a double edge sword, really. because all of his best and worst memories came from that place. growing up in a town so small, where everybody knew everything about everyone else was not easy. but cain was never a trouble maker during his childhood years, or even as a teenager. he always got the best grades and was pretty much loved by every one around him. he had everything handed to him on a silver platter. to say that cain had been a little spoiled was like saying that charles manson was just a little confused. and this did not end with his parents, who say him as this angel that came from heaven and landed on their front door, but it was the reaction the entire town shared. it was because of this, that the guy managed to get high up the social ladder so easily. hell, he didnt even break a sweat. it was indeed laughable how some people tried so hard to fit in, and it all came so natural to him. it was this way till the day he left. cain thrived on his popularity and he loved being put on a pedestal. he was the guy other guys aspired to be like and the guy other girls wanted to fuck into oblivion. and no, he was not a player. at least not originally. no, he only had eyes for one girl. her name was caroline sutton
-----is it really necessary to talk about how the met? because by now the whole thing comes as to being ridiculously obvious. he was the quarterback, and she was the had cheerleader. they were like velcro. it was only logical that they were eventually going to end up dating and become the most talked about couple in high school. oh, how the rest of the student body would turn their heads and sigh every time they walked by. they would point their fingers at them and say things like "they look so perfect". it was like written in the stars, and almost everyone in that school was convinced that these two were going to be together forever. ha! what a joke. nothing could have prepared them for what happened next. apparently, the two of them allowed their hormones to take the best of them and decided that using a condom was a waste of time. i know, stupid, right? it was the heat of the moment like some might say. and honestly, he just figured she was on the pill or something. i mean, most of the girls he knew were, so why should she be any different? long story short, she got knocked up and he was the daddy. he knew he was the daddy, because there was no way in hell that she had spread her legs for some other guy
-----he felt the urge to punch every guy that ever talked to her, but there was no reason to. so what did he do instead? he washed his hands and told her to deal with it on her own. sounds like a pretty fucked up thing to do, dont you think? but like i said, he liked his life. he liked being popular and there was no way in hell that he was going to give all that up just because his girlfriend was stupid enough to get pregnant. that was his original thought, and oh boy did he regret it. he watched her fall from grace, and it was a nasty fall. the glory days were gone, and now they were not together anymore. people whispered in the halls and treated her like shit, not only because she had a bun in the oven, but because cain had convinced everyone that the baby was not his and that carly had probably cheated on him. him, being the golden boy that he was, was of course the most reliable source of information and everyone believed him. there were no questions asked, there was no need for them. what he said was the law, and that was it. so in a way, he turned carly's life into a nightmare. it was not easy, and he hated himself for it, but he just brushed it all and ignored it. feelings were not welcomed. this is when he started drinking, and when he started to rebel. then, she had the kid and she gave her away, and cain just felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown his way. he had no right to convince her not to. he had no right at all. and so, he stood there and did nothing to prevent it, because he didnt want the responsibility of a baby and he didnt want to be seen as a liar. .
-----so, he drank, smoked pot, cut class, and slowly but surely became one of those burn outs everyone hated. no, his popularity was still intact, but he couldnt recognize himself in the mirror anymore. and so, he packed his bags and left keizer and everything and everyone that he knew behind. traveled around the country, and actually managed to find out where his daughter was. imagine that? he ended up in vegas, which was the last place he expected to see carly again. she was like a ghost, and for a moment he thought he was just having a bad dream. but no, she was real and she was shocked to see him. her eyes opened wide, and he could not fight back the urge to laugh. he brought his cigarette to his lips, taking a drag and releasing a plume of smoke. "what am i doing here?". what did she think? that the world revolved around her? "i should be the one asking you that. you seem to be far away from home missy", He smiled and took a drink. "not that i find this encounter completely terrible. you were always a sight for sore eyes"
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Post by Caroline Sutton on May 6, 2010 22:16:10 GMT -6
CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTONVIVA LAS VEGAS, VOODOO LOUNGE: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----her life back then had been a mess. carly wasn't about to deny it. it had been a bit of a mess since before her birth when her grandfather died and shot the sutton family fortune to hell. actually there had been fortune there to begin with, and hadn't been for a long, long time. carly didn't know what had gone on in that vapid little brain of her grandfather, spending all of his money willy nilly and throwing it away like it was dirty bathwater. honestly he probably hadn't thought that he would be dying when he did. maybe he'd thought he could have made it up over time. maybe he thought he could make up for his losses and regain the family fortune before anyone was the wiser. maybe he was just a stubborn, heartless old bastard who wanted to revel in his fortune and not leave it for anyone but himself. most likely it was a stock thing gone awry. he hadn't spent more than usual during the last few years of his life. there really was nothing out of the ordinary. he paid for his kids' college tuitions, charles being the youngest and of course the last to get his tuition paid, he was left with nothing, nada, zilch, and as such was forced to downgrade his dreams for something that would pay right away. was it sad? seeing her father come home every day from a menial job with aching feet, back, and body to slouch into his recliner and most likely fall asleep without dinner? was it horrible to watch he mother come home with worn fingers because she'd been working on other people's clothes all day just like she had the last seventeen or so years to make up for not having the kind of life where she could make clothes for a living instead of mending them? did it kill her to see her family suffer for the selfishness of one individual? of course it did. for the past three or so years they'd been doing it just for her. she knew exactly how much it tore her up inside.
-----aside from an unyielding anger towards them for taking away her baby without a second thought, most times carly just felt sorry for them being in this situation because of her. did practically stealing a baby from her mean that what they'd suffered for her was karma? it didn't feel like it. carly was just all-around miserable about the whole thing. she wanted her baby back, she wanted her parent's good reputations back. she wanted her family to be whole again, even if in all honesty they already were. it still didn't feel like it. the family was a close unit but that was because tragedy after tragedy had forced them to be that way. if things had gone so easy for them, would they have stuck by one another for as long as they were now? would five or so people be living in a three bedroom house with a crappy front yard, cracks in the roof, and all of that? carly often asked herself if it was all worth it and though at times it felt like it was, there was always a part of her that would wonder what life would be like had none of this happened. what would her life have looked like at seventeen in keizer, unwed, never pregnant, her parents still at their menial jobs but with people they had known all of their lives. would life had been any different? aside from the hardships they faced carly wasn't quite sure a single thing would have changed. the popularity contest would have been the same, she might have even still been with her novel-worthy "perfect" boyfriend and surrounded by friends who were mooching off of her popularity. when you got right down to it, carly would have been living a lie. that girl you would find in keizer high school was just another to conform. she was just another typical cheerleader type with leadership qualities and a drive that would put cars to shame. she would still be just whatever anyone in keizer wanted her to be and that was something that she realized (now in valkyrie) would sicken her. she didn't want to conform. she wanted to be herself. valkyrie had proved to be that outlet and despite the many bad memories, carly was happier than she'd ever been in keizer.
-----that pretty much included present company as well. carly didn't see the guy she'd fallen for when she was naive and couldn't fight her own battles. she saw the guy who had claimed to love her but had chosen a reputation over what was right. the person she saw before her was a clear cut bastard, and one who didn't deserve a moment of her time. and he wouldn't take any more time from her than he already had, carly had determined there on the spot before cain had even gotten a chance to say another word. she felt completely alone and vulnerable, what with all of her club mates currently lost somewhere on the dance floor. would it have mattered if they'd been there? in their drunken stupors they would have fawned over his good looks, most probably would have drooled, but no one would have known what was going on in that head of hers. no one would have known about her past because quite frankly most of these pathetic wannabes didn't deserve to know the hell she'd been through. but backup would have been lovely at the moment. it would have made it a little easier to look upon that ghost of her past and not shiver, because she couldn't help the chills that ran through her body at the sound of his voice. it wasn't much different from the last time she'd heard it, the same tinge of a bitter tone like the day he'd declared in front of the whole school that she was nothing but a filthy whore hoarding a baby from some affair. yeah that day had been all sunshine and rainbows for her, bastard.
-----"right, oh i'm sorry i had no idea that vegas was cain-town. my mistake." she said sarcastically as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. cain had probably never heard a sarcastic word leave her mouth in the entire time he'd known her, after all she'd taken the baby storm in silence just hoping it would be over soon. she'd never retaliated, she'd never said a god damned thing, so her words might even shock him a bit if she was lucky. "don't you worry about that. i'll disappear like the last time." she was about to walk away when he'd mentioned home. what the hell did he know about her home anyways? "could say the same for you. keizer's a little far from vegas now isn't it? better hurry back. your throngs of adoring fans will want you back in time to throw some parade for you." the more and more this little conversation went on, the more carly felt a need to leave. she hardly ever ran from anything after she left keizer, in fact she couldn't remember a single time, but coming face to face with the worst thing that had happened to her was enough to make her bolt for the door. but she was determined to be more composed than that. a whole helluva lot more composed than that. "well i'll go ahead and remedy that for you. goodbye cain." carly said as she turned on her heel and walked into the crowd of people, searching out the girls she'd arrived with. where in the hell were they?
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Post by gabster5 on May 9, 2010 15:04:41 GMT -6
CAIN MICHAEL ARCHERLAS VEGAS, THE VOODOO LOUNGE [/font] --------------------------------------------------------[/center] -----its amazing how easily people can change and turn on each other. there was a time when cain considered himself as being loyal. he was there for his friends and for the people he cared about, but that was because he didnt have anything to loose. with carly it was different. he could have chosen to stand by her, to man up and be the father of that child. to maybe talk to her parents, ask her hand in marriage, and tell everyone to fuck off. trust me, part of him wanted to. but there was this little voice inside his head that told him how his life was going to be ruined if he did. so he made the decision to take the coward way out, wash his hands clean of any responsibility and pushed the girl he loved away. not only that, but he placed himself in a pedestal and turned himself into a martyr. cain was the poor innocent victim in this situation. carly had played him. used him. she had been cheating on his for who knows how long with who knows how many guys. so in a matter of days, she went from being the queen of the school, to the most hated girl in all of keizer. people would whisper as she walked by and call her a whore. because how could she not be? having the perfect boyfriend by her side, and spreading her legs at every other guy she met. now she was pregnant and every was sure that she had no idea who the father was. no one believed it was cain, because he had made it clear that it wasnt. and who could ever doubt this face? the rumor about her betrayal spread like wild fire, and pretty soon, it was all over town. it was not easy to see the pain drawn on her features and to know what you were the reason for that misery. cain convinced himself that it was a sacrifice he had to make. like his suffering could ever compare to hers? so when it came down to it, cain was not loyal. he had no idea what it meant to really be loyal. to stand up for what is right? forget it. he was loyal to himself and that was it. it was here that he realized such what a selfish piece of shit he could be.
-----after all the drama that was left to rot back in keizer, cain tried his best to not look back. he wanted to start a new life and forget that a girl named caroline sutton even existed. it was easier than he thought it would be, but that was probably because he found several ways to distract himself from thinking too much. he would party hard, and when i mean hard, im talking about getting completely wasted, then do a few lines of cocaine and continue drinking like there was no tomorrow. because in his mind there was no tomorrow. cain said goodbye to the golden boy who never got into trouble, to this self destructive bad ass who found it hilarious to steal a police car and set it on fire. cain didnt worry about anything. he didnt care if he got arrested or killed. the tragedy of it all is that nothing ever happened to him. it was as if a guardian angel was watching over him or some shit, not that he believed in that sort of thing. he just considered himself to be extremely lucky. to be able to get into so much shit without any consequence? it was really boost a man's ego. just in case you are wondering, this whole arrogance was just a facade. this whole james dean life style he had going on was nothing but a cover up to hide what his true feelings were. cain was insecure. he was weak. he was still a coward. but he hid it well. he hid it behind that cynical smirk, the one he was giving carly as she spoke
-----he didnt remember her being this snappy. she was often so sweet and quiet. i guess spending so much time in the shitter does things to you. still, he was not expecting her to be so confidence, but he liked it. it was a completely new side of her, one that intrigued him to know more. "well, now you know. just dont do it again" he added as he took another drag of his cigarette. cain wondered what she was drinking, or if she was drinking at all. cain heard her speak, as he raised his eyebrow mockingly. she had every right to be angry, but what was she expecting from him? an apology? that ship had sailed. besides, he was sure that if the word ever escaped his mouth the ground would collapse from under them. he was never good with apologies, so why should he start now? plus, this whole thing happened so long ago, there was no point to it. right? "your nose wrinkles in the cutest way when you get mad" that was his response, before she decided she'd had enough of his presence and started walking toward the crowd. now cain had two choices, he could sit here and finish his drink. forget that carly was ever in vegas and go back to his carly-free life. or, he could get off his ass and follow her, which would eventually lead to a whole lot of trouble. so why even bother? cain took his last drag, and killed the cancer stick on the nearest ashtray. im gonna regret this he thought as he jumped off the stool and followed her into the dance floor
-----every one was sweaty, and they smell like bacon fat. it was disgusting. this was the reason why he never danced. at least not in such closed up places like this one. he was looking for her, and when he finally spotted her he was cut off by some blonde who wanted to grind her self all over his leg. who gave her the impression that he was remotely interested? "fuck. do you mind? stop humping my leg, your getting my pants dirty". cain didnt wait for her to move on her own, but picked her up and got her out of his way. fuck, how he hated interruptions. just when he thought he had missed her, he noticed her leaving the club and heading outside. so he moved faster toward the doors, stepping outside. the light breeze brushing his face. he could finally breathe out here. and there she was, standing a few feet from him waiting for a cab. "so you are just going to run away from me? we were having such a nice moment back there. its not very nice, is it?"
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Post by Caroline Sutton on May 16, 2010 21:40:58 GMT -6
CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTONVIVA LAS VEGAS, VOODOO LOUNGE: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----vegas had been absolutely wonderful until tonight. actually up until this very uneasy moment vegas had been everything carly had hoped it would be. if she could have stayed up the entire weekend just to drink it all in, god she would, but a girl really did need her beauty sleep. there was something about the lights and the action that gave you the feeling that you could stay up for eternity and never be tired again. it was all just so much to take in, but she did and she certainly loved it. vegas made keizer feel like a tin of sardines compared to a five star meal, even if vegas wasn't necessarily a five star kind of place. it was a town built on sin, money, and well more sin. a place like that could hardly be considered five star, but it still called to carly like a devine temptation. this thriving metropolis was more like what her home should be than any other place in the world but at the same time it was the one place carly know she could never live in. how much temptation could there really be here for someone like carly? someone who was addicted to the limelight and to getting herself into trouble. if she could wind up with a horrible reputation and kicked out of one of the biggest hick towns in all of america, what was the kind of damage that she could do here? well that much was obvious, at least to carly. if she ever stayed here for more than a vacation's time she was in trouble. because as much as vegas called to her, as much as the lights begged for her to step underneath them, and as much as the drinks called her name, carly knew that if she gave in for a length of time there would never be any going back. this place catered too much to her personality for it to be a right fit and even though valkyrie looked dull and boring compared to vegas, it would always be at least one hundred steps above keizer. so she would have to settle for second best for her sanity's sake.
-----she'd have to settle for cutting her night short as well it seemed as she ducked and weaved her way through writhing bodies. anything was better than sticking around and getting the inevitable second degree from cain. carly hadn't gotten enough of him back in keizer? he hadn't said all her needed to say? he hadn't already done everything within his power to make her miserable? why in the hell would carly voluntarily stick around for another lashing? she'd gotten plenty before she'd left keizer and all of that shit had been put behind her for a reason. her main reason looked her dead in the eyes as she threw her sarcastic wit at him. damn it she hated that he was unfazed by the change, or at least appeared unfazed. she wanted him to hurt. she wanted him to feel every ache and twist of the knife that had been in her back, but it didn't look as if that was going to be happening any time soon. she was disgusted with him, and for all of the right reasons. sure what had happened had happened and sure she had taken in like the mature adult and said nothing while he dragged her name through the dirt...but was an apology really that difficult? it would have at least made this little run-in tolerable but as it stood carly was just feeling more and more nauseous with every passing second she stood there next to cain. to know that he at least felt some remorse for what he'd done would have made it possible for carly to look at him, maybe even talk to him, but this? no, this she couldn't stand. carly couldn't fight the exasperated twitch of her eye as cain completely ignored what she'd said and talked about her fucking nose wrinkling when she got mad. she shook her head slightly, closed her eyes, and took a breath. because that was all that was going to keep her from wailing on him and plucking out his eyeballs with her perfectly manicured fingernails. walking away very well may have saved his life...had he taken the hint and not followed her into the crowd.
-----she was grateful to be tiny enough to move around couples without getting in the way. no one inhibited her escape as she found her group of friends and started ushering them outside. she was done, she was their ride, so they left when she did. as they made their way outside, the group clustered closer to the door in order to soak up the last bits of music and dancing they'd be getting in vegas. carly on the other hand was on the curb, her hand extended as she tried to flag down a cab. she shivered as she heard his voice again, this time clear as a bell without the loud music blaring overhead. "what the hell were you expecting cain? for me to stand there while you give me round two of carly's personal hell? i don't think so." she waved up the street once again until a cab headed their way. once parked, carly opened the door and whistled for the group of girls who drunkenly threw themselves in, making no room for her. even the seat next to a scary, dirty looking cab driver was taken. "of course." carly grumbled under her breath as she threw the cab door shut as hard as possible. "just go," she said to the driver, "the hotel is two blocks away. one of the girls will point it out." she said, stepping away from the curb as the cab pulled out into traffic. now stuck, carly turned to cain and glared at him. "well take your best shot." she said angrily, frustrated that she couldn't get away when she most wanted to. "since you're so hard up to give me hell, go for it."
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Post by gabster5 on May 25, 2010 18:03:35 GMT -6
CAIN MICHAEL ARCHERLAS VEGAS, THE VOODOO LOUNGE [/font] --------------------------------------------------------[/center] -----contrary to popular belief, cain archer was not the devil incarnate. sure, he had his defects, but he never claimed to being perfect. who was these days? yes, he did horrible things in the past and yes, he regretted them. still, he was not the type to be wearing his feelings on his sleeve. sometimes he wished he could be that guy. to so openly apologize and be able to take others in consideration. this me, myself and i attitude was getting him absolutely nowhere. after leaving keyzer and being the most popular guy there, here cain was practically a loner. sure, he knew people from the bar and there were the random girls that would call him up in the middle of the night for some...you know what. but those relationships were empty ones. he did not allow himself to get close to anyone because he didnt want the whole drama with carly to be repeated. cain refused to care again. ok, maybe his attitude was not getting him places but it worked for him. it kept him sane. that was until now that is. the thing about the past is that you can never escape it. you can run from it, but it always catches up with you and when you least expect it. exhibit a: caroline sutton. i mean, in all the nightclubs , in all the cities, in all the world, he had to bump into the last person he ever wanted to see. her presence bothered him, but not because she was so unbearable, but because she was a constant reminder of his cowardice and of his mistakes. he wanted to live a happy life without having to open up those wounds again, but it was not going to happen.
-----he remembered the whole thing as if it happened yesterday. meeting the petite brunette and having that ridiculous sensation in the pitch of his stomach. you know which one im talking about. some of you might refer to it as having butterflies. it was like something straight out of a cheesy teenage soap, or a romantic movie of some kind. boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, boy wins girl over and they become king and queen of the school. what could possibly go wrong? oh yeah, the damn condom broke and the girl in question gets pregnant and the boy dumps her ass by the side of the road and turns her into a laughing stock. its not exactly the happy ending everyone had in mind, that was for sure. this was not the reaction he expected to have either. honestly, he considered himself as being a better man than this. but it takes life changing situations for someone to come to terms with their true selves. to reveal their true colors. cain's colors were revealed alright, and they were not very endearing. but you guys already know that story. so to find himself standing in front of carly, the woman he claimed to love once, was not an easy thing to do. cain was not expecting her to be happy to see him, so her reaction to his presence had been highly anticipated. so he could easily say fuck this and abandon all hope, the little hope he had of making things right, because trust me, deep down he really wanted to make things right again. but his ego was far more powerful than his desire to amend their situation because all he had managed to do was piss her off even more. it was that mouth of his that seemed to have absolutely no communication with his brain.
-----he stood there wand scanned her from head to toe. he could actually get a better look at her outside with the moonlight, than inside where it was dark and there was cigarette smoke surrounded them. cain had to mentally kick himself and focus on the words that were coming out of her mouth. he had to remind himself that she was no longer his and that it was all his doing. there were so many things that he wished he could say to her, but he could not get them out. as he stood there he reached for his pack of cigarettes and watched the taxi cab drive away with carly's friends inside. it was surprising to him that she decided to stick around instead of jumping in the trunk or something. she spat her words at him, which were drenched in rage. she had every right to be angry and for a second there he could have sworn that carly was seriously considering punching his face in. after lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag that allowed him to get a hold of his own emotions and to actually think before speaking, he took a few steps toward her until he was close enough to touch her. not that he would. fuck no. he didnt want to get his hand chopped off. as a cool breeze brushed against her hair, the scent of her skin reached his nostrils and he couldnt help but get lost in it. no, he had no right to do that but it was an involuntary thing. cain always loved the way the girl smelled. it was not the perfume she wore, or the products she used on her hair. it was the pure and natural smell that came from carly. there were times where he could fall asleep breathing on her neck. focus cain...focus!
-----cain looked directly into her brown eyes and took a deep breath before speaking. "this may come as a big surprise for you carly, but its really good to see you" he didnt know why he said it, but he had to let her know that he was actually glad to have run into her. that even though he had been dreading this reunion, that it was not as bad as he thought it was gonna be. at least on his part. "i can see that the feeling is not mutual and thats fine, ill live. now that we've got that out of the way, im not going to stand here and make you feel like shit carly. despite of what you might think, i dont get my kicks that way. im an ass, and im very aware of it. and you have ... every reason to hate me>". not exactly what he was going for but it was a start. im sorry... for everything. he thought of it, but he could not say it out loud. it would be a whole lot easier if carly could ready his mind right now... or wait, maybe that wouldnt be a good idea, considering that she was looking extremely enticing and yeah, he was a guy and thinking with his downstairs brain was part of the package
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Post by Caroline Sutton on May 25, 2010 19:30:43 GMT -6
CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTONVIVA LAS VEGAS, VOODOO LOUNGE: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----it was probably unnecessary just how much hell carly gave herself on a regular basis. it didn't matter what the venue, who she was surrounded by, or how many times her family had told her that none of it was her fault. deep down they knew exactly what and why carly beat herself up for. they knew that it was her fault for getting pregnant at fifteen years old. they knew it was her fault for not being responsible enough to at least demand the use of a condom, if she really couldn't control herself that much. abstinence is key children, but damn it if your going to screw, screw safely. that was the lesson behind all of this. sure some girls were lucky enough to get those kind of stand up guys who would stand by their girl and do what was right. there were even those borderline bastards who would say that they were going to stand by their girl but hinted and hoped for her to say she wanted an abortion. there were even the guys who wanted no responsibility, but knew that the right thing to do was cough up money for child support. carly couldn't remember how many times she had wished cain had been that stand up guy. after all she had loved him. sure it was a high school love, a kind of love that existed before you were in the real world and realized that there was a whole lot of life out there, the kind of love that was unhindered by responsibility and such. it was the kind of love that, when followed through, lead to an early marriage and an early divorce. no wonder why divorce rates were so high in the world. regardless of what kind of love it was, it had still existed. despite their mistake carly could have stayed with him had he been made enough to not run away from her and scream scandal at the top of his lungs. she could have been happy, she would have been stuck, but she would have her daughter and a guy whom she'd loved.
-----but that was one what if who's duration had lasted about a moment or two. standing here before cain all that time later, it was almost impossible to think that she had once loved him. this bastard? this life-sucking scum of the earth who stood before her? this snarky, arrogant, selfish son of a bitch? she had loved him? seems pretty unfathomable don't you think? but it had been true. damn it all to hell it had been true. from what you could see of the exterior, that boyish look to him that was the same as it had always been in keizer, except for shaggier hair, cain looked like the same guy. he looked like the jock who fell for a cheerleader who ruled the school in the most overrated, cliche'd manner. if only there had been good in him. if only she'd seen some kind of spark that told her that the guy she'd once cared about still existed...but as he looked over her, his unnerving gaze making her fidget, carly couldn't see how that naive and innocent boy could possibly still reside in that same outward shell. after all that was how she saw him. he was a shell of a boy she'd once loved. older? yes. different? completely. similar to the way an insect would molt and change shapes. the older forms resembled that of the younger, but it was always different in the end. god, she should have jumped in the trunk. she watched him like a hawk as he walked toward her, taking a step back at the same time. she wasn't sure what the hell he was doing but close proximity was a bad idea. she was more nervous than she'd expected. the rage hadn't dissipated, but lessened, and had been replaced by nerves. so much so that her habit of running her fingers through her hair had picked up. her fingers raked over her scalp, fluffing her hair a bit before letting go and letting it fall back to her shoulders. old habits die hard.
-----she looked up at him, completely ready for the onslaught of horrible words that she'd given him the green light to say. her eyes locked on his, her brow furrowed as he took a deep breath. what the hell was he up to? was he going to scream his curses at her instead for the whole world to hear? this may come as a big surprise for you carly, but its really good to see you. alright now that? that caught her by surprise, and it showed as her eyes widened. what. the hell? she looked up at him, i mean really looked up at him as he continued to speak. though he'd finished he didn't sound like it and carly had given him a few extra moments to fit whatever else in, but he didn't say it. "how could it be mutual cain?" carly said with a shrug, actually feeling the need to fight back tears. "words can hardly describe the hell i've gone through, hell that you started." she sucked in a breath, trying to calm herself down before she actually did start crying. she'd never once cried in front of cain or anyone else back in keizer. that wasn't going to change now. "i thought i hated you, but i don't." carly said quietly, her gaze falling to the ground with a shake of her head. "i can't feel anything toward you. not after all that's happened. hell you can't even look me in the eyes and apologize." she snubbed her toe on the concrete, her eyes closed as she recalled many painful memories all at once. "i never would have thought that you would be the one to hurt me like you had. i thought i had pegged you for being the bigger man than that, but i was wrong. i was so completely wrong." she looked up at him, her hand pushing back her brunette locks once again as she looked into his eyes. "and after all that you put me through, it's you i feel sorry for." she said with a set jaw as her eyes bored into his.
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Post by gabster5 on Jun 2, 2010 18:57:14 GMT -6
CAIN MICHAEL ARCHERLAS VEGAS, THE VOODOO LOUNGE [/font] --------------------------------------------------------[/center] -----cain didnt understand what it took to be in a stable, healthy relationship anymore. He had screwed u his last and only one. Nowadays, he was not one to 'go steady' and he mainly put this down to a lack of interest in the idea. The fact of going through that shit again was a wholly unpleasant experience for him, no matter how beautiful the girl may be he didn't believe there was one that could keep him interested - permanently. No matter how he felt he did always like to believe that his mindset on that would change over time but sadly he just didn't see it coming. He had been this way for quite a while now and he still enjoyed it as much as ever. The 'playboy' lifestyle he led back in his last days in Keizer didn't fall on his lap, he gained that reputation for his actual behaviour. The time he spent traveling, New York, Los Angeles. The truth was Cain had bedded more socialites, models, and wannabe actresses than he could count. It wasn't something he was proud of but he certainly wasn't ashamed in it. There was no shame in enjoying sex with gorgeous women. Society gave us enough restraints. Why make them even tighter?
-----platonic? Cain couldn't remember the use of the word. It was pretty sad but the truth was he couldn't remember the last time he had been in a non sexual relationship with an attractive female. Ok, he did, but he tried really hard no to. Obviously there were the married ones but even a few of them occasionally came to the bar and he was never one to pass up an offer. He didn't ever feel guilty about sleeping with a woman in a relationship, if the boy was up to it, why would the girl go looking for a man? Cain wasn't one to entice a girl out of her wedding dress, no. That still doesn't mean he wouldn't have slept with her had she come to him. He respected women but it didn't stop him from using his charm and looks to get what he what he wanted from them. Yeah, sometimes there would be the occasional girl who kinda get stuck in his head for awhle but there never seemed to be one that really lasted. Maybe because there was not enough room for anyone else. Maybe there was a girl already occupying that space? ugh, the thought alone made him want to punch a hole through the wall.
-----did he have doubts about his lifestyle? Of course, it was only natural to. He never seemed to maintain anything with the opposite sex. Yeah he could swoon and sweep them off their feet but he could never maintain that connection with them and it was always his fault. He got bored, or lost interest, it always seemed to end the same way and that was always a truly unpleasant experience for him. Cain may have been a 'playboy' but he did his best to stay away from the 'heartbreaker' tag that went along with it. Unfortunately he was pretty unsuccessful, and that's an honest account. He had dented more hearts than he liked to think. In fact; that's a lie. He didn't just dent hearts he usually broke them and he truly did hate it. The guilty feeling he always got in the pit of his stomach told him he knew he handled it wrong but still; he never seemed to try and change that.
-----still, there are always two sides to the story. No matter what, Cain loved to make a woman feel good. He was skilled at it and in all honesty it gave him great satisfaction. To see a gorgeous woman writhe in pleasure was a sight he never grew tired of, especially since he was giving them that feeling. He may not have been the most emotional lover but you were always guaranteed passion, lust and pleasure with Cain, perhaps that became a little too well known. Here in Vegas, he had the most stereotypical bachelor pad back. It was clearly designed for one and wasn't very niche. Admittedly it didn't give women the biggest 'I want you to stay for breakfast' vibe but he still loved it. And yet all this never seemed to fill out the void he had inside of him. A void left by one single petite brunette. The same one that stood in front of him, looking at him with not just disdain, but actual disgust. He could lie to himself and say that he didnt care, but he did. More than he was ready to admit.
-----"is that all?". So she said what she wanted to say and that was fine by him. He was not really expecting her to jump for joy at the site of him or after he spoke. Yes, he was sorry. But if she was expecting him to crawl, then she had another thing coming. "And what difference is that going to make? If I tell you I was sorry, is that going to change anything?" Maybe it was not going to, but he understood why she needed to hear it. Still, those words seemed to be extremely hard to pronounce. "Yes, I suppose you were wrong. I know I took the cowards way out and I washed my hands of you and the baby. And I wish I could say that if had the chose I would act differently, but I cant do that. Because that would be a lie." Cain finished his smoke and tossed it on the pavement, smashing it with his boot. "And I dont need or want your pity. So you can save it and take it back to whatever town you just came from. Valkyrie, right? Is that California?". This is what I like to call taking a baby step forward and three giant steps back
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Post by Caroline Sutton on Jun 3, 2010 18:07:48 GMT -6
CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTONVIVA LAS VEGAS, VOODOO LOUNGE: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----would it have helped to hear an apology from him? there were a lot of things that could make it better and make life easier. the easiest one of those would be to hear a true, heart-felt apology from him but it was clearer by the minute that that was never going to happen. god you would think two words couldn't be simpler, and when you didn't mean it they really could be the easiest words in the english language to say. how often did an average american apologize? when you bumped into someone on the street, when you tripped over someone's shoe, when you dropped a quarter on the bus making a line form behind you without the steady flow, when you forgot to replace the toilet paper when the roll ran out. americans, or anyone for that matter, found some of the most ridiculous and insincere times to apologize, but the one time to say it and actually mean it? the one time it would have actually helped her get through this whole situation just to hear those two words? and he still couldn't bring himself to say it and mean it? how fucking ridiculous could he be? honestly the man that carly had fell for all those years ago was no where to be found. it wasn't even like it was difficult to fake it. the words i'm sorry were two of the most overplayed words in the english language and yet he probably couldn't even bring himself to think the words, let alone utter them. honestly it was just pathetic and carly was growing more and more tired of it by the minute.
-----though an apology wouldn't bring things back to the way they were, it would have brought a little more meaning into why she did what she did and the methods she took. it wouldn't change a thing in the end, she knew that. hearing his apology would not put her daughter back in her arms, it would take away all of the hurt, but it would in fact dull the pain. cain might not have known it, but a simple word of apology would have helped carly tremendously. such meaningless words to him would have done wonders for her and he still couldn't even give her that one thing. it was pissing her off more and more as time went on. after all the misery he'd caused her? after he'd taken all of the blame off himself and thrown it at her doubly so? carly knew she'd made a mistake the moment she'd confessed to him that she was pregnant. she thought he would have supported her, she thought he would have stood by her. the shock was to be expected, but the way he retracted from her touch? the way he'd made a quick getaway? carly knew from that point in time that something was bound to happen. something in the air didn't smell right and that wasn't just because she was in her first trimester and the smell of everything made her want to vomit. no it had been a feeling way deep down that told her cain wasn't who she'd known him to be, that when it came down to it she couldn't count on him at all. for a fifteen year old, scared and now alone, it was truly one of the worst experienced she'd had in her life, next to the travesty that had been her pregnancy and all the shame and public disapproval that came with it.
-----she looked up at him with no emotion in her eyes. she knew he wouldn't be able to manage something as simple as an apology. she knew he couldn't feel anything unless it came from below the waist. what a pity. he'd always had the potential to be so great and look where he'd fallen? at least carly knew when to give up a fight, surrender before she made things worse for herself. hell that was all she'd done for nine miserable months. but cain didn't seem to know when to stop. "yes it would fucking help!" she screamed, red hot anger brimming from every cell in her body. "to know that you felt...god even the smallest hint of something would make me feel better. to know that maybe, just maybe, you hated doing what you did to me, getting me PREGNANT and throwing me to the dogs! yes it would have fucking helped! it would have changed everything!" by now she was attracting curious eyes, but carly gave up caring. she listened to the rest of his little spiel and she could take no more. he'd tried to change subjects like it was nothing but carly couldn't let it go. she had to act. her fist clenches inconspicuously at her side as he snubbed out his cigarette. by the time he'd finished asking her where valkyrie was, carly reared back and just like her brother had taught her back when kids had started treating her badly about the pregnancy, she reached back and with all the strength she possessed she cracked him a full fledged punch to the jaw sending him sprawling on the concrete. now that really attracted attention. carly walked up to him, holding her hand limp as the crunch she'd heard hadn't come from his jaw, and said for all the crowd to hear though it was intended for only his ears. "you made my life miserable for years, count it! years. you deserve every bit of hell that comes your way." she was tempted to spit on him, but she was better than that. "you stay the hell away from me." she pointed a finger at him with her good hand before she walked away, pushing her way through the crowd as she thrust out her arm, hailed a cab, and sped off into the glimmering nightlife of vegas.
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