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Post by avalyn on Apr 4, 2010 14:49:12 GMT -6
 IF YOU HEAR ME, THEN COME SAVE ME SOMETIME
WHEN YOU KNOW THE TIME IS RIGHT TO CALL YOU 'ALL MINE'The day was growing a bit old as the sun began to hang lower over the horizon. The sky was painted a variety of brilliant pastel hues and the wind blew with the softest touch. An idyllic end to what started as quite any normal day. Friday was no different from Monday in that it meant Avalyn had to attend school and work. As if studying to be a journalist wasn’t enough, she had to sit at a front desk and properly manage the record label located in Valkyrie. The job was harder than school most of the time, but it kept the young brunette on her toes. However, as soon as the clock struck six and she able to escape the building - Avalyn hadn’t been able to wipe the smile from her face. It was Friday, that meant anything could happen and she was always open to the possibilities. Yet the only place that life after work had taken her was the park. The park? Was that really the best she could do? Apparently so and oddly enough she didn’t mind a single bit. The good weather had lured a lot of people out in the last drops of the sunshine, bringing an abundance of life to the nature rich area. People were everywhere - jogging, playing frisby with their dogs, laying out on the lawn, reading, picnicking, and there were even more children climbing the jungle gyms. The young cries that came from inside the playground tunnels echoed through the greenery, shortly followed by shrills bouts of laughter - all clouded over in a mix of juicy, gossip engorged conversation. Oh gossip, it was anywhere and everywhere. It was a way of life for some people, usually those people were bored house wives who had nothing better to do than invent rumors. Yet in Valkryie, nothing seemed to be off limits. Truth was behind each and every fabrication and it made seeing the truth even harder. For now though, all of that was to be set aside and for once Avalyn wouldn’t let her inner reporter get a hold of her - today she didn’t need to know everything about everyone.
In fact, that got old after awhile - having to know everything just to get the biggest story out there. Sure, Ava was still only in school but she hard already gotten several internship offers as several magazines and newspapers - simply because she showed an uncanny ability to always get the big lead. That was a lot of pressure though and it put a great deal of strain on outside relationships. She knew why she chose journalism though and it wasn’t to know all the details of everybody’s life. Nope, it was an escape from her own past. Her previous life in New York had been full of pain and at one point she had made headline news, but not in the positive sense. Having an abusive father who put his daughter in the hospital with extreme internal bleeding was quite the headline for eleven o’clock news. It certainly caused an uproar within the community. To make a long story short, it was the reason Ava had to run to Valkyrie - to get away from a potentially deadly situation. At the young age of eighteen she had stuffed all her belongings into two suit cases and flown to the other side of the country at the expense of her mother. California was an entirely new world with entirely new opportunities and entirely new problems. Uprooted, alone, and scared - Avalyn had done her best to overcome her past, but it had left her in junior year of college without any friends and a very pathetic existence. She was used to it though - so as she sat alone under the reclusive branches of a willow tree, she was content to stare out as everybody passed by in tow with another person. Isolation was never too bad when you at least got to see other people happy with their lives.
A soft sigh slipped through her coral lips as the wind caused a chill to run out her body. Ava’s nimble fingers clutched the end of her hoodie as her palms snuck into the pockets. Her warm, golden flecked eyes scanned the scenery - everything was still green for the most part. The trunk of the tree braced her back as she drew her knees up closer to her chest, an old novel placed in her lap. Avalyn had lost count of how many times she had read “The Catcher in the Rye”, it just never seemed to get old to her - she always learned or realized something new. Her mind had drifted entirely too far away from the book for her eyes to be transfixed on it once more, watching people was much more fascinating at the moment. Human interactions were always a thing of interest to the brunette, but maybe it was because she had such poor interactions as a child. There’s another side effect of child abuse. No matter the reason, she sat quietly behind the curtain-esque draping branches of the willow, staring out in the world from her own protective bubble. A bubble that rarely anybody was allowed to enter, but there were always special exceptions.
Rowdy was an exception. Okay, maybe a pet bulldog didn’t count as an exception, but Ava liked to think so. That dog had been the only male in her life since leaving her father and she had every intention of keeping it that. Well, there’s a lie. She didn’t want to keep it that way, she wanted to fall in love and be loved - at some point. For her though, it was an unrealistic dream that was always too far out of reach. There she sat, tightly wrapped up under the protection of her favorite tree, watching the world pass her by. She ran a hand through her wavy brown hair, the breeze catching the strands and it tossing it about aimlessly for a second. As her hair settled back into position she let her eyes wander further down the pathway watching as more people made their way into the park. Tonight could prove to be better than it was now. Something was always going on and there was a good club scene to get Avalyn out of her apartment. Maybe she’d even toss down a few drinks tonight - it had been awhile since she had fun like that. It was time to put herself back out there and what better time do it than a Friday?
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WORD COUNT; 1,105.
STATUS; complete.
TAG; J.R.
LYRICS; 'tired of being alone' - soletta.
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Post by Juan "J.R." Corinthos on Apr 4, 2010 16:43:38 GMT -6
 JUAN "J.R." CORINTHOSVALK STREETS, THE PARK, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007[/font][/center] -----even though life around him could not be any further from boring if he tried, j.r. was..you guessed it, bored. it wasn't all that much of a surprise seeing as how all the excitement going on around him was happening to his sister. god maggie. the girl was a wreck and most of it wasn't even her fault. all of this crap going on with her was the fault of there father, the stubborn ass that j.r.'s namesake was. the man went out of his way to make his daughter's life miserable in a way that was, if not borderline, abuse. after all there were many kinds of abuse, the most common being verbal abuse. juan wasn't verbally abusing anyone, but what he was doing to his daughter should have been considered abuse. building up her hopes over the years that she could be involved and accepted into a business that she very much wanted to be a part of, and then doing all of this to her. juan seemed to make a living out of making his daughter miserable, first by giving her a taste of what real jobs in the business were like before demoting her to grunt work. then by sending her to the states under the assumption that she'd be starting an american branch of their father's business while now using her vulnerability on the subject against her. first, she pretty much had the whole job, that she was sent to the state to begin in the first place, taken away from her. then that job was replaced by a partner who had not only tried to kill her, but hated her at the same time. now? oh now of all things she was supposed to marry this guy in an effort to solidify the familial bond between businesses. if that wasn't abuse then what the hell was it? harassment? couldn't be, for the sake of her own life maggie had to go through with it so it couldn't possibly be that.
-----so no, even though all of this crap was going on in his family, none of it was happening to him and there was no part of it that he could help with. aside from the occasional lie to their father, telling the patriarch that his 'beloved' daughter really was out with luca, j.r.'s role in this whole debacle was non existent. what else was there for the boy to do? well he could clean up the house. he could work on homework that he'd gotten randomly in his classes. he could go for a jog. there. a jog. that sounded like a halfway decent way to work off this stress that he couldn't control. after all, this situation with maggie spelled disaster. what happened if her plan to sweeten up the appearance of their relationship didn't work? what if they pretended and did god knows what only to have to wind up married in the end? that was a kind of misery that j.r. would wish on himself, not on his sister. after all that was the life he wanted anyways. j.r. wanted the normal, average joe kind of life. he wanted a house, a wife, and kids, the white picket fence, basically he wanted what women tended to dream of. something that his sister should have aimed for as opposed to a high standing place in their father's illegal business. but if this didn't work, it wasn't j.r. who would end up in a happy place surrounded if not by people he loved, by a life he wanted. maggie on the other hand didn't desire this at all. that much he was sure of.
-----now with his mind set on what he wanted to do, j.r. pushed himself up from the couch and walked to his room. he looked around at the office, the desk, the computer, the filing cabinets, until his eyes finally landed on the one piece of bedroom furniture in the room, the bureau. he tugged on the second drawer until it opened, pulling out a pair of jogging shorts and a black wife beater. as he closed the door, he heard the door to the apartment close. sticking his head out the door he saw maggie, her fingers twining in her hair, a motion she usually made when she was thinking or confused to high hell. "what happened?" he said as he stepped out of what should be his room, and into the living room. "just a real shitty day that's all." he tossed the clothes he'd gathered right back into the room and crossed the floor, grabbing his sister and wrapping his arms around her. "any way i can help?" j.r. asked as he rested his chin on the top of her head, a perk of being taller than her. he felt her shake her head no and gave her one final squeeze before releasing her. "actually, i know this sounds strange but can you get out? like just for an hour or so? go get an ice cream or something." j.r. chuckled but he knew what it meant. maggie just needed some alone time and he'd been aiming to go get some fresh air anyways. "sure. want me to bring you back anything?" a flippant wave of the hand as maggie disappeared into her room was as good of a no as he was going to get. deciding against changing, j.r. simply pocketed his keys and walked out the front door, sliding his bar feet into some sneakers as he did so.
-----where in this town was far enough to give him a decent break from the house but was close enough to not be a huge effort on his way back? j.r. decided that the park sounded best. it was a few blocks away, not super far, but the walk there alone would kill at least twenty minutes. maybe a walk around the lake and a breather under a tree and he'd be fine for going back. sounded pretty nice to him. he shuffled into the park twenty minutes later, just as he'd assumed he would, his eyes taking sight of the guys playing frisbee and the families huddled by the playground. looking around it seemed as if every decent spot in the park for sitting was taken. well that was fine he'd just take a spot under the tr- damn. someone was there too. oh well, he shrugged and began walking toward the willow tree toward the back of the park. pushing aside some branches he gave a small smile to the woman seated there and sat down as well, halfway around the tree from her but with good enough distance to make anyone comfortable. "you can always tell a nice day from the rest with the way people flock here." j.r. said aloud as he tipped his head back against the trunk of the tree.
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Post by avalyn on Apr 13, 2010 13:50:38 GMT -6
IF YOU HEAR ME, THEN COME SAVE ME SOMETIME
WHEN YOU KNOW THE TIME IS RIGHT TO CALL YOU 'ALL MINE' What was going on tonight? Maybe Ava should worry about her next social event rather than when he next paper was due - maybe. Too bad the brunette hadn’t been the most social thing since moving to Valkyrie and found herself often curled up with her dog on a Friday night. Wasn’t a twenty-one year old supposed to be out partying and drinking until his/her liver exploded? Yeah probably. Not this girl though. It seemed like it had been an eternity since the she had seen the nightlife or felt the burn of alcohol down her throat, though she was never much of a drink anyway. Ava’s eyebrows became strewn together as her lips wrinkled beneath her nose in distaste. This was it, this anti-social lifestyle she was leading needed to come to an end, now. Life was entirely too short to just sit around under some tree and watch the world go by. Quite ironic that she was doing just that. But maybe even more ironic then that was the approaching stranger who seemed intent on making the willow a resting spot for himself as well.
Avalyn’s golden flecked eyes darted to this new comer, her vision glancing over his face and the rest of his attire. A natural type of glance that anybody would give when looking at somebody they had never seen before. Her coral lips twisted at the ends in a sheepish smile as she caught a moment of eye contact with the stranger. As quickly as she had looked to him - Ava’s eyes anchored to the ground and posture relaxed against the trunk of the tree. Maybe she wasn’t the only one trying to hide from the world and this thought alone made her feel just a little bit better. It was nice to be reminded that she wasn’t alone in the world and that every now and then she was noticed. Okay, maybe the man hadn’t really noticed her until it was too late, but still they had made eye contact - that was enough assurance that she still existed. Her head rolled back and rested against the trunk of the tree, her wavy brown locks were tossed around without consent by the wind that blew between the draping branches of the willow. Another small sigh escaped Avalyn’s lungs as her eyes fluttered shut for only a second, taking in the beauty of the day as it whirled around her. The brief lapse in sight made her just momentarily acutely sensitive to the man who had just sat around the other side of the tree. He had shifted and she could hear it through the give of the grass. The human body was amazing sometimes.
Ava reintroduced her eyes back to the scenery and even now it seemed as if there were even more people roaming the park. Where did they all come from? Sure, she hadn’t lived here very long, but she could’ve sworn that there weren’t this many people in the town. It was then that a deep, baritone voice caught her off guard. ”You can always tell a nice day from the rest with the way people flock here.” Ava’s wandering mind was snapped back to attention upon comprehending the words the stranger had just spoken. Her head twisted to the side to catch a glimpse of him as he had leaned slightly around the base of the tree. Her face was blank for a second then brightened as a small laugh was emitted from her vocals. ”Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t even know this many people lived around here.” she poked a little fun at her own naivety. Her eyes lingered in his direction for a moment or two before darting back to the people passing along the path just before them. She should’ve brought Rowdy, that dog needed to get out of the house just as much as she did.
A smile crossed her soft features as she thought of that sloppy bulldog. Rowdy really had gotten her through a lot of lonely nights and a lot of recovery from the abuse of her father. Sometimes she wondered if she ever would have found the strength to get out of that house. For so long she thought she’d die at the hands of her father. Truth was, she still possibly could. She had left the house without his knowledge, thanks to the help of her mother, and ever since he had been on the lookout for her, Ava even had to cut off contact with all of her old friends in New York and even her brother - just to make sure that her father couldn’t find her. As much as it hurt to completely abandon her old life, the fact remained that she was still alive and now healthy - which is more than she could’ve wished for back in New York. She gave a slight shake of her head to rid herself of her past, thinking about it did nothing to help her future. During the time she had zoned out she had all but forgotten about the man sitting just around the bend of the tree. Her eyes flickered to him as he moved slightly. She ran a hand quickly through her hair, shaking the strands slightly as they floated back down passed her shoulders. No where had she left off?
Oh yes. It’s Friday and she should do something even mildly productive. Wait, wait - she already had the perfect opportunity. A handsome stranger had decided to sit down only a few feet from her. What kind of idiot would she be if she didn’t take advantage of this? Even if it was just some cheap, half-hearted conversation, that would be better than nothing at all. Better than running home to Rowdy and sleeping the night away. With a kick of confidence the brunette spun herself around and leaned so that she could see the man. ”Um, hi. Sorry, I’m sort of new to these parts and I just thought I’d introduce myself - my name’s Avalyn, but you can call me Ava.” A large smile had spread across her face and a whole new attitude was washing over her. Being the quiet girl was done, there was too much she could be missing out on. Now she was going to take life by the horns and ride for as long as she could.
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WORD COUNT; 1,201.
STATUS; complete.
TAG; J.R.
LYRICS; 'tired of being alone' - soletta.
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Post by Juan "J.R." Corinthos on Apr 14, 2010 6:05:02 GMT -6
JUAN "J.R." CORINTHOSVALK STREETS, THE PARK, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----j.r. really did feel bad about the situation that his sister had been thrust into, even if it was one of her own making. but could he fault her for that? could he really fault her for at one point in time trying to gain the love of a father who had never wanted her? of course a lot could be said for their father. he hardly didn't want his children otherwise he would have stopped "accidentally" making them after he'd found out about maggie. there had been not one, not two, but three supposed whoops additions to the corinthos family. j.r. would hardly call them accidents. sure, at the time he was sure that they were accidental slips. a broken condom, forgetting one by chance. there were many causes for slip ups, but three others besides j.r.'s eldest sister? that was one whoops too many and everyone knew that. so the fact that juan corinthos sr. didn't love his eldest daughter was shot to hell. especially because it seemed as though he loved every one of his other children. j.r. was one of those in particular. he was the first born. he was the intended child to inherit the world that juan sr. had created and it was his job to take on the responsibility and all that crap. juan's brother raoul, well the kid was misunderstood and angry, but you couldn't very well say that juan sr. doted on him the way he did j.r. bella was another exception along with juan's two youngest children by his third wife. aside from raoul and maggie, juan was very upfront about his affections toward his children. was it fair that he singled out two children in particular? one for his annoyance and the other for her stubbornness and desire to outdo him? of course not. so could j.r. really blame his sister for fighting back against the indignant behavior of their father? no, he really couldn't.
-----juan corinthos sr. really had sparked all of this with his actions. had he been equal to all of his children, or had he discouraged them from being involved in the business from the start, it was likely none of this would have happened in the first place. true that this was all just a part of the past and no matter how many times it was revisited with what-ifs and whatnot, the outcome still would be the same. if only time travel were possible. j.r. couldn't count the number of times that he'd wished he could just go back and fix everything on two hands. he probably couldn't even count the number of times he wished he could go back in time in one day on two hands, it was that often. but there was no use in dwelling in what could have been. lord knows every member of the corinthos family did that, j.r. figured it was a force of habit to wonder about the what-if's. what if juan had never met sophia mitchell and had a daughter out of the spring-break affair? what if he hadn't gone charging after the woman after she'd found out what he was and tried to escape him? what if maggie and the other kids had stayed in private school and had been given the chance at a better life as opposed to being yanked at a young age so they could be taught in the confines of the corinthos fortress? what if, what if, what if. there were plenty of those to go around. it could all be chalked up to one factor, one key piece that played a part in every mistake the family had ever been forced to go through. juan corinthos sr. was the central focus in every one of those. every major decision back then had been at the fault of their father. regardless of whether he tolerated you, like bella and their two youngest half-siblings, adored you, like he did j.r., or hated you, like he did maggie and raoul, the outcome was always the same. juan corinthos sr. was the one to blame for your need to look over your shoulder. it was his life choices that had put all of his children at risk, and even knowing that, he still didn't seem to give a damn.
-----what a loving father. one would figure that parental instinct would have kicked in by then, but j.r. supposed that it was the desire for power that kept juan from feeling anything about his family. as it stood now, they were useless. the only one of actual worth was likely to be j.r. and that was only because he was to inherit all of this when the day came that juan could no longer. every other spawn of his was a pain in his side and a dig to his wallet. god could you even blame the kids for being screwed up? knowing that they were not wanted the way that most kids were loved growing up? it probably played a big role in the many reasons why the corinthos kids were either very angry, very manipulative, very oblivious, or very much in denial. j.r. could admit to being in denial. he knew what his father wanted for him. he knew that the only reason he was born was to serve a second purpose, but did that mean that he was going to fulfill it? in all likelihood j.r. would end up there, a thought that scared him shitless. it was completely likely that when the time came for juan to step down, he would have influence j.r. in such a way that he was the same monster his father had been. he had a lot on anger that he held in. lord only knows what would tip the scale in his father's favor, but j.r. knew that it was entirely possible that he would step in to take his father's place many years down the road. it all depended on what he did now to stop it. but there was always the other option. there was always the chance that j.r. would finish college, get a real job, and make a real life for himself, a dream that seemed completely out of reached but was something that j.r. desperately wanted. when push came to shove j.r. knew what he was destined to be, and what he wanted to be. neither of those things matched and the path he would wind up taking all depended on what he did about it now.
-----boy was that a lot of pressure to have on your shoulders. don't screw up or in ten to twenty years it'll be you sitting in that big chair reeking havoc over tijuana. you're going to end up just like your father. yada, yada, yada. trying to avoid that was like trying to push a ten ton boulder up a steep mountain, damn near impossible, but j.r. was determined to fight it, and fight it he did. why else would he come to valkyrie? why else would he high-tail it from tijuana the moment he got the chance? j.r. was desperate to get away from both his past and the possibility of what he could become, and that was made all the more possible the further he stayed away from his father. sitting around valkyrie park, just relaxing under a tree made j.r. feel like he was light years away from that life. it was a nice feeling. even though the mob life was crashing around both him and his sister, it didn't really feel that way right now. the voice from the woman opposite him at the tree broke the silence and brought him back into reality. "nice to meet you." the remnants of his mexican heritage still sounded in his voice as he spoke, his accent poking through. still he didn't care. "i'm juan corinthos, but you can call me j.r." it wasn't likely that this woman knew anything about his name, seeing as how it was the same as that of his mob-boss father, but at this point j.r. didn't care. he was tired of fighting things, especially tired of hiding things from people, and he just wanted to be himself for a while. even if "j.r." was a separate personality from who he really was, it was the person he would rather be.
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