the good times are killing me .

[Artemis Ellis]

ARTEMIS ELLIS ,

GOT DIRT, GOT WATER, GOT AIR & I KNOW YOU CAN CARRY ON.
SHRUG OFF SHORTSIGHTED FALSE EXCITEMENT & OH WHAT CAN I SAY?
HAVE ONE HAVE TWENTY MORE "ONE MORES" AND OH IT DOES NOT RELENT.

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Over the years, artemis ellis had become quite good at skipping school and getting away with it. and we're not just talking about the old faking sick to stay home method. anybody could do that. it was easy as long as your parents weren't freaky and had no sympathy for you unless you were running a creepishly high fever or puking up your guts. artie's method of choice was pretty much fool proof as long as authority figures would not be around the house very much throughout the day, checking up on you. and, luckily for her, joyce and rawley ellis hardly were. on most weekdays, they had business that kept them out of their spacious valk mansion for most of the day. it was simply a matter of pretending to feel under the weather until parental permission to stay home was given and the school was contacted. next, it was waiting until the house was empty and leaving it surreptitiously so no nosy, annoying neighbor spotted you and tattled. and then you were free to do as you wished, so long as you didn't flaunt the fact that you were outside of school, though it didn't matter much in cities like valkyrie and bigger. that was one of the things artie like about living in metropolitan areas. most of the people you bumped into when out and about didn't know you or didn't care about what you were doing. this was highly useful for people like artie, who were not often up to very much good. she was quite glad she didn't live in some teeny tiny close knit town. like the one in to kill a mockingbird. she was pretty sure that it would cramp her style.

What with having so much experience, it was with complete and utter ease that artie trundled bedraggledly downstairs from her bedroom in her pajamas and informed her father in a weak and lackluster voice that she really didn't feel well and thought it best that she take the day off from school, seeing as she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to concentrate at all if she went. her father nodded and told her to go take some aspirin and lie down. so artie did just that, minus the aspirin; she lay on her bed, twiddling her tumbs impatiently until she saw, through her bedroom window, both her parents' cars leave the house. having flicked quickly through their day planners the night previously, she knew that she was safe until about two p.m., when her mother was due to arrive home. leaping off her bed, she took a quick shower and dried her now raspberry-scented hair with the hair drier before stumbling into the first outfit that could be assembled with the random clothes she pulled out of her closet and off the floor, which was comprised of an old pair of jeans, converse sneakers, a shirt that never failed to make her giggle and a hoodie. she grabbed her phone from her dresser and, with great excitement, began a text to dj hadley; the ying to her yang: HOOKEY TIME!! meet me @ cemetery. mwahaha. she shoved her phone into the first purse she saw hanging in her closet, one that coincidentally contained a small baggie full of happy grass, and slung the purse over her shoulder..

The trip to valkryie's cemetery would have much shorter had artie not had to waste a lot of time making sure that her neighbors to the left would not see her. the wife was the nosy type; one of those annoying overtanned bimbos who had obviously once been a trophy wife about twenty years ago and had nothing better to do except mind everyone else's business. and, unfortunately, she was on rather good terms with her parents. artie was pretty sure her name was cheryl or something. ick. even her name was kind of annoying. eventually, however, she managed to creep away and get to the cemetery, very thankful that the route she used to get there did not expose her to very many people. jesus. what she wouldn't give for her own car. it really seemed pointless that she was still being deprived of one. her mother's claptrap about not wanting to give her daughter more of a chance to die in a car wreck was getting old. by making her walk everywhere she was exposing her to all those maniacs who had their own cars, weak and defenseless against two tons of plastic, metal and airbags.

Upon her arrival, artie did not spot dj anywhere, so she wandered through the maze of tombstones, humming absentmindedly. she didn't really get why people thought cemeteries were gloomy or depressing. she personally thought that they were pretty cool shit, even though they did make her think of athena and paulie, who were buried back in new york, decomposing in two identical coffins. given, that thought did make her shudder a bit; the idea of what remained of her brother and sister turning into dust and bone six feet under the ground. it made her a bit sad, too, though the casual observer would have been absolutely clueless about that. artie very, very rarely gave off any plainly visual indications that she missed the dead twins, but she did. she really did. sometimes it hurt so badly that try as she might, she couldn't think about anything else except the way athena always tried to make her feel better when people made fun of her, or the way paul could tell really corny jokes but make them seem genuinely funny. even though there had always been a sort of alienation between herself and them, she had loved them, even if it was in a way that wasn't hugely apparent all the time. it really kind of sucked.

Settling herself down behind the tombstone of someone called frances brown, 1944-1979, not too far from the entrance of the cemetery, artie pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, doing her best to keep a lookout for dj and remain hidden from the view of anyone entering the place. she was going to try and scare him if she could. to quote her text; mwahaha.

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STATUS finished
TAGGED DARTIE!
ATTIRE here
DATE september 20, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by modest mouse, formatting and banner by me
NOTES fwee, dartie ftmfw!! <33

[DJ Hadley]

DJ HADLEY

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JUST GOT MY LICENSE BACK.I GOT THIS FEELING
IN MY VEINS, THIS TRAIN IS COMING OFF THE TRACK.
I'LL ASK IF THE DEVIL NEEDS A RIDE.[/color]
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- - - THE VAGUE SOUND

[/color] of a low, almost husky voice was busy echoing its way through a dingy little hotel room, located outside of the downtown core in Valkyrie, California - small little community right outside of Los Angeles, California. It was coming through the wooden door belonging to the front hall closet, which generally stored coats and shoes. And, in this case, the willowy sixteen year-old by the name of Hayden Hadley. Now, what would someone be doing sitting in a closet all by themselves, seemingly speaking to no one? I'd like the know the same thing, actually. So if you ever find out why, don't be afraid to drop me an e-mail, letting me know. It would solve a whole lot of problems I've been having lately. Nearly every overly-priced hooker and her rich, not to mention married, businessman of a client wondered the exact same thing as they wandered down the hall of level nine, trying to appear as passionate lovers on vacation. She should make a note to talk about them later. Every housekeeper and fix-it dude that happened to walk by the room were more than used to it by now; they just sighed and rolled their eyes. You know you would do the same thing. Walking past an door and hearing this soft, snarky voice spitting out insults to names you heard almost everyday?

One individual who was not at all surprised, however, was busy listening to every word of that low, husky voice coming from behind the door of the front closet. Having Hayden sitting there among her mass array of leather boots and leather jackets was considered perfectly normal underneath the Hadley household. The Hadley household being a dingy little hotel room located mid-way down the hallway of level nine of the Days A Way hotel in Valkyrie, California. There is nothing normal about that. This particular individual was busy lying on the edge of his bed, feet flat on the ground, staring up at the tope-y colored ceiling. It was damn near impossible not to sit and listen to Hayden's latest round of spitting fire. Dimming it out as white noise was a lovely thought, just always ended in bad execution. You simply could not ignore her, or her stupid blog. "...sitting there like you can ignore me? I wasn't aware you invaded Valkyrie overnight and can actually decide that I'm not good enough..." See what I mean? This individual chose to sigh lightly, taking to tapping the soles of his sneakers against the thin maroon carpet. She was busy blasting Alex Suresh, he knew that. Not many others did. But he did. She only ever referenced her friends as 'you'. He knew her too well.

Tick-tock. It was eight-fourteen in the morning, almost time for school. Hayden should have been done fifteen minutes ago. She nevers blasts people for too long in the morning. He could only actually leave once she had decided to leave him alone. Five minutes in the same room, and she would be shoving a cloth soaked with bleach down his throat. Any longer and he would be wanting to do the same thing. Avoiding the spitting fire teenage girl was a good thing. What the hell was she doing? Lifting his digital watch to eye level, Dallas James Hadley - individual in question - blinked as the numbers changed from a fourteen to a fifteen. He wasn't in the mood for a confrontation. Not a confrontation as to why he stumbled through the door, half-wasted, at three-thirty that morning. Not a confrontation as to why there was a shiny black bruise encircling his right eye, begging for attention. Not even a confrontation as to why he suddenly decided to get onto his high horse and act like none of this was his fault. Anytime you were not angry or shouting, something was wrong. Those were the rules to live by, as written by Hayden Hadley. Tick-tock. It's eight-eighteen.

"What happened to you this time?" Where had she come from? Sitting up suddenly from his hungover, musing slumber, DJ looked over to see his waify sister standing ten feet away from him. In the span of four lovely, quiet minutes, Hayden had managed to turn off her camera, silently slip from her little closet, and stand in front of her older brother. She had even poised herself. Standing there with her arms crossed, her eyebrow quirked upwards, and an unamused frown on her face, she levelled a glare at him. She couldn't have even seen his face from how he was lying. This wasn't in the script. "You worked last night. So you had to play hero. It's not in your blood, brother. I'm off to school. Don't wait up. Or call me." She always managed to tell the story without waiting for an answer from him. Fuck. She knew him too well, too. Sitting there, mouth half-open with a reply, DJ watched as his sister turned on her heel and slammed the wooden door behind her. She was going to school with her freaky blogging make-up on? Yeah, he didn't know her.

Beep.

Text message. Now? It was eight-nineteen in the damn morning. Rubbing his cheek lightly, the disc jockey blindly felt behind himself, looking aimlessly for his cell phone. HOOKEY TIME!! meet me @ cemetery. mwahaha. Nice. He didn't want to go to his history lecture today, anyway. Yawn. A twisted smirk playing on his lips now, the mini-confrontation now ringing softly in the back of his mind, he pushed himself off of his bed and into a straight standing position. With a slight wobble in his step - how drunk had he been? - the drag-racer managed to locate his black jacket and the keys to his prized possession. Pausing to look in the mirror, he knew he shouldn't have. Yes, he had been working at Bare the previous night. Yes, he had broken-up some filthy bar fight, and recieved a pretty new shiner as a reward. Yes, he had gotten wasted with the bartender and a few waitresses. And he knew he looked it. Running a hand through his dark hair, using the last of the gel remaining atop of head to spike it upwards randomly, he shrugged. Appearances were for losers.

The ride to the cemetary was quick. Unlike miss Ellis over there, he had no reason to avoid anyone in fear of being caught cutting class. Who would care? Hayden? She skipped more than he did - and that was saying something. A truant officer? He was legally an adult, not to mention a freshman in university. No one really gave a fuck what he did. And he loved himself for it. Balancing his sunglasses on the edge of his forehead - stupid quirk he never could figure out why he did it - and locking his Impala, he climbed the lengthy hill toward the grass where dead people lay forever. Remind him to get cremated. Graveyards were creepy. Jingling his keys noisily, DJ remained smirking. It had been too long since he had managed to find time to bother Artemis Ellis, the unfortunate yang to his ying. "Frances Brown. Unfortunate name for anyone dead. Rest in peace." Coming up behind her, DJ spoke loudly, resting both his arms on her shoulders and sticking his head beside hers. "I think you should be in class right now, shouldn't you, miss? I might have to report you to the authorities."[/size][/blockquote][/font]STATUS,, complete.
LENGTH,, 1274 words.
TAGGED,, DARTIE FTW.
TIME & PLACE,, september 20th, 2007; the cemetary.
CLOTHING,, [url=http://www.polyvore.com/dj-2/set?id=13833003gasp.[/url][/font]
NOTES,, FTW. i've missed them so fucking much<3 crap-faced post, though D:
CREDITS,, format and graphics to me.
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[Artemis Ellis]

ARTEMIS ELLIS ,

GOT DIRT, GOT WATER, GOT AIR & I KNOW YOU CAN CARRY ON.
SHRUG OFF SHORTSIGHTED FALSE EXCITEMENT & OH WHAT CAN I SAY?
HAVE ONE HAVE TWENTY MORE "ONE MORES" AND OH IT DOES NOT RELENT.

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In a way, she was actually pretty glad that school was back in so that she could skip it again. loitering around in public places with her friends just lost a lot of its charm and appeal when you weren't supposed to be at school while you were doing it. everything was feeling like the 'good old days' now. she was back to skipping school and goofing off with dj, with whom she was on excellent terms with once again. it was like back when she had first moved to valkyrie, before the big fallout and the shooting and all that other really annoying crap she hated having to deal with. that whole difficult time period would have probably felt a lot more bearable, too, if she and dj hadn't been in their big stupid fight. life always seemed more bearable if she had dj to goof off with and cry on if she needed to. plus she felt it was really good for him to have her around to make sure he didn't do anything too stupid and to just generally keep him from going insane.

It was a bit warmer out here than she had anticipated, partially because, even after about eight months in valkyrie she still hadn't completely gotten her mind to adjust to the climate, and partially because, well, this was a cemetary. one usually expects a cemetery to be cold and foggy and gloomy, even if it was located in california. grabbing the hemline on her sweatshirt, she tugged up and pulled it up off of her head and threw it onto the ground several feet ahead of her, right in front of the tombstone of someone whose name she couldn't quite read. that was better, though she was still trying to decipher the name on the tombstone ahead and slightly to the left of her. damn it, maybe she her contacts needed a new perscription. and it didn't help that the particular grave really old and crumbly so that the words on it were harder to make out. ar...arnold? yeah. that had to be it. arnoldsomething. fomey? no... forney. there. arthur forney. with a sense of self satisfaction, artie leaned back up against her gravestone, for, in her deciphering attempts, she had been leaning forward, craning her neck and squinting to try and get somewhere with it, too lazy to get up or crawl forward a few feet and not willing to risk exposing her hiding spot. not a moment after she had resettled herself, she felt weight land on her shoulders and a voice, right next to her hear spoke. "frances brown. unfortunate name for anyone dead. rest in peace. i think you should be in class right now, shouldn't you, miss? i might have to report you to the authorities." she flinched a bit, caught off guard, but recovered her composure quite quickly and laughed, turning her head so that she could see dj's next to her own.

"Call the cops if you want. i'm far too charming for them to punish me too much."

[/b] she grinned. "and don't be hating on frances brown. what if she finds out and you somehow accidentally travel through time to the 60s or something and can't get back and you find her and she's totally hot but she won't hook up with you because you made fun of her name?" wow. she had absolutely no idea where that had come from. she had meant it to be nothing more than teasing him about making fun of an admittedly rather uncool name. whatever. it took talent to babble as nonsensically as she could without even trying. sort of. anyway. "anyhow. what's up with the deej-meister? i'm not interrupting your big important college man schedule, am i?" well, she hoped she was. that was the whole fucking point of hookey; skipping out on your lame schedule and having fun. it was a bit weird to think of dj in college anyhow. it was even weirder not seeing him around the halls of valkyrie academy. she had grown so used to making faces at him as they passed in the halls or talking to him at his locker long enough so that they'd both be late to class that her days at school felt rather empty. she missed him. it was only now that he was no longer there that she realized she didn't have a whole hell of a lot of friends who attended the academy with her and she felt considerably more lonely than she had last year, even when they hadn't been talking at all. it was rather annoying.[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED DARTIE!
ATTIRE here
DATE september 20, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by modest mouse, formatting and banner by me
NOTES ignore how this is icky?

[DJ Hadley]

DJ HADLEY

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FIRE ALL YOUR GUNS AT ONCE AND EXPLODE
INTO SPACE. I LIKE SMOKE AND LIGHTNING
HEAVY METAL THUNDER, RACING IN THE WIND
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[/color] odd, officially being enrolled as a university student. During his childhood, DJ had never honestly thought he was going to make it this far. In his twelve year-old mind, he was going to do something stupid enough to get himself arrested; anything to get him the hell away from Princeton, New Jersey. Either that, or he was going to shoot himself when the time came to actually co-operate with whatever his parents were pretending to preach. The future had always been a bleak thing to one DJ Hadley. Even a mere six months ago, when he was just settling into this strange new life in Valkyrie, California. Before the drag-racer had found himself a place here, he had made a bet with himself: twenty bucks when he graduates, and buys the cheapest bus ticket to the smallest town, as far away from California as possible. Maybe the mid-west. He would get a job at a bowling alley and live above a garage. He would live on ramen and bad hotdogs. He would never, ever think again. Well, that didn't work out as planned. The longer he stayed here in Valkyrie, the more accustomed the idea of a real future he became. Now, the idea of actually getting a diploma bored him to tears. It was the central idea of it all: being able to stay in one place for as long as he wanted, actually living the life he had always wanted. Not that he would tell anyone. Just the stability that university offered, that's what made him comfortable here.

In fact, in the last month or two, he hadn't even given it a thought as to when he would finally run away from his past. All that had been clouding his mind had been his current issues, the ones here. You know, in Valkyrie? He rarely thought of his days back in New Jersey; it would never do him any good to dwell on that. The last chapter on his life had been closed, and he was beginning to write out a new one. He could be a normal guy here. Attending - or not really - school, holding down a job, minding his own business as he lived his life. Lovely concept, isn't it? The only problem was, it was a bit boring. Dallas James Hadley was a restless individual, just like Hayden. When something remained normal for too long, he had to shake things up a little bit. For the first time in his life, DJ wasn't thinking about when he could escape thing - he was thinking about how he could actually make his life interesting, again. The people who craved to simply settle down, get away from all of that chaos, needed help. Serious help. What fun was life when you wake-up, go to a job you don't like, come home for dinner, do nothing at night. Repeat. Yeah, it sounded like a whole bundle of good times. "Settling down". What a horrific fate anyone would have to commit to. Yet, here he was, stuck in the middle of that very thing. Hadn't he originally wanted all of the crap to get the hell out of his life, and leave him alone? The crap had vanished, so he didn't have to think about leaving everything behind. Again. It was a mess. It was one big, annoying, chaotic, agitating mess. A mess he never could seem to clean up.

Truth is - did he want to? At the moment, one Dallas Hadley was feeling stuck in between worlds. He had originally wanted everything to stop bothering him, just let him live his life. And now, that is exactly what happened. Good times. Now, he was bored. When all he did was the same thing, every single damn day...just no. Maybe that fortune cookie on the plane ride to LA had been correct: interest only makes for more pain. Happiness equals nothing. Nothing equals a meaningless existence. My god, he sounded like his sister. He had to stop listening to her morning broadcasts - it was beginning to sink in. But, it continued to remain sound. DJ honestly had no one what he wanted to do at this point in his life. Not future. Fuck no. He didn't do futures. All he wanted was something, right here, right now. Wasn't he a miserable ass when his life was out of control, though? Just settling into this strange, new world. Finding a place for himself. Then he started fighting with his sister. Then came along that astronomical dispute with Artemis. All at once, things had crumbled down around him. And now, well, things were fixed. Cleaned-up. Buffed, shined and polished to perfection. DJ had grown comfortable with his life - and now he was bored. Understand this confliction, yet?

However, we all have to admit: comfortable was good sometimes. He found things increasingly colorless when he was fighting with Artie; the joy out of most things disappeared the second they stopped speaking. Not good times. He grew bored and angry. At least this way, the anger was no longer lingering. Whatever. Most of Valkyrie knew of the epic friendship shared between DJ Hadley and Artemis Ellis - and they knew what it was like when they were arguing, not bantering. Things got a little darker. A ying is lost without its yang, you know? Exactly. He liked being on good terms with her again, let us just leave it at that. Admitting to any sort of affection, and he knew she would be holding it above his head for decades to come. So, let's just leave all of that. When he was off cutting class and messing around with Artie, this confliction didn't matter. His mind shut-off for awhile. "Call the cops if you want. I'm far too charming for them to punish me too much." See what I mean? Choosing to merely roll his blue eyes, the drag-racer lifted his weight from her shoulders, leaning against the nearest grave behind him. "I can confirm that your parents could punish you just as well. Not being in school damages your future, miss." Smirking as he mocked the speech he had recieved over and over again, simply differentiated in text, DJ crossed his arms loosely. This was the way things should be - when nothing else actually mattered.

As she continued to babble, he tilted his head to the side. In all the time he had known Artemis Ellis, she had won the gold medal for rambling time and time again. The girl could fill up a silent bubble within thirty seconds. It was a good trait to have - he didn't talk half the time. "I firmly believe I could never hook-up with anyone by the name of Frances Brown," he spoke with a laugh. Was his rather loose idea of committment always the topic for teasing? "Did you know Beatrice Dickinson is in a long-term relationship? Or, she was." Speaking to no one in particular, he arched an eyebrow in ponderance. "Never hook-up with anyone with a bad name. Lesson learned." Looking at Artie, the familiar smirk back on his face. "anyhow. what's up with the deej-meister? i'm not interrupting your big important college man schedule, am i?" Quirking an eyebrow at her question, he fell quiet as he withdrew one of the crumpled cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket. "Apart from being free of embaressing nicknames?" Lighting his cancer stick as he spoke, DJ grinned at her with a shake of his head. It was an honest statement - he hadn't allowed anyone to call him anything but 'DJ' or "Hadley' since occasionally attending Valkyrie University. He hated his first name, so why would he like another one other than his own? Don't ask questions. "You should feel fortunate, having a college kid hanging with a child like yourself. But honestly? No. I never go." Taking a quick drag of his recently-aquired habit, he rested his cigarette between the index and middle ringers in his right hand. "I see you haven't gotten kicked out yet. What's happening with you?" It felt weird, not seeing Artemis every day, almost all day. Ever since their schedules had gotten divided, it had felt weird. He almost missed her sometimes. Almost.[/size][/blockquote][/font]STATUS,, complete.
LENGTH,, 1409 words.
TAGGED,, DARTIE FTW.
TIME & PLACE,, september 20th, 2007; the cemetary.
CLOTHING,, gasp.
NOTES,, i'm playing him differently o.o
CREDITS,, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to steppenwolf - 'born to be wild'.

[Artemis Ellis]

ARTEMIS ELLIS ,

got dirt, got water, got air & i know you can carry on
shrug off shortsighed false excitement & oh what can i say?
have one have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

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ARTIE had always been the impulsive type, and she was well aware of it. unfortunately, when situations came around in which it would be best to consider trying to be less impulsive, her impulses eclipsed most of the other thoughts running around in her head at the time. artie maintained that it was just in her nature, though she also knew that a large factor in her acting on her own impulses so often was that thinking too much was one of those fool proof first steps on the road to depression. hell, take this morning for example. she had woken up and not felt like going to school, so she had decided to get together with dj for a good old hookey session. and if you're looking for even more examples, take the fact that she had gotten knocked up at the age of fifteen by her boyfriend after impulsively deciding to have sex with him, even if she hadn't felt quite ready to do it with him yet. and that had resulted in what was undoubtedly the very worst experience of her life; an abortion at her mother's insistence. and, the funny thing was, afterwards, when it seemed all she could do was cry and mope, it wasn't the impulse she regretted. regret hadn't ever come very easily to artie and she hadn't ever thought much of it, but the fact that she couldn't summon up regretting living during that single instant struck her as slightly odd. the thing that she really regretted was the fact that she hadn't managed to dispose of her pregnancy test properly. what surprised her even more, however, was the fact that when she thought of the moment she had found out she had a small collection of cells growing inside of her; now that it was gone, she had felt strangely lonely and empty.

THAT lonely, empty feeling had persisted for a good few months for a reason artie couldn't quite put together and began to dissipate when she moved to california. though she hadn't realized it at the time, it had, for whatever reason, been much easier to let go of all the crap she had been thinking about for so long in the sunny state of california. especially after she had befriended dallas james hadley. to artie, the moment she had been able to call dj a friend marked the beginning of a wonderful era in her life; a time of skipping school and acting like an idiot with one of the few people she felt completely comfortable around. the time she spent like that with dj made her feel a way that she wished she could feel all the time; calm and having no major qualms with the world. that was one of the major reasons that the big epic fight with him had been such an awful time for her. she was pretty sure that the bags under her eyes weren't completely gone yet. and, though she didn't say anything about it, some of the things dj had said when they had been fighting still hurt. one comment still particularly stuck out in her mind, something about her being an unstable part of his life. he of all people should have known she was dead fucking stable as far as he was concerned. he had to have known her well enough to have known that he was in way too deep for her to ever flake out on him. the very fact that she had been out at the hotel, pounding on his door and yelling at him for everyone to hear surely proved that she wasn't very likely to give up on him. then again, the fact that she was holding onto this probably wasn't a good sign. she knew that dj cared about her, no matter how hard he might try to deny it, but even she, who practically fed on constant sarcastic banter, needed some genuine verbal assurance every once in a while.

AS his arms came off her shoulders and he moved back, artie turned herself around and adjusted herself so that her legs were tucked somewhat primly beneath her, laid her arms out overlapping on the top of frances brown's tombstone and rested her chin on her right wrist. "i can confirm that your parents could punish you just as well. not being in school damages your future, miss." she grinned. "wow. and just when i thought that you couldn't possibly be full of any more bull crap."

IT was a true mark of friendship that dj was able to listen to her entire, rambling stream of babble without even looking at her like she was some sort of raving lunatic whose lunacy was being repressed and leaking out as nonsensical blather. "i firmly believe i could never hook-up with anyone by the name of frances brown. did you know beatrice dickinson is in a long-term relationship? or, she was. never hook-up with anyone with a bad name. lesson learned." heh. okay then. not ready to let this drop, artie persisted. "but what if frances brown was seriously hot? like, freaky sexy? maybe even hotter than me? you wouldn't even be able to forgive her for having an icky name?" she lifted her chin up and relieved her forearms of their support duties to tuck a lock of stray hair away from her face and to push her purse a few inches over on the ground so that she could shift her weight over a bit. "and i get the feeling you don't give this 'don't hook up with people who have weird names' speech to all those bimbos you're continually sexing up." the smile on her face widened a bit and grew more devious. "otherwise they might have second thoughts about doing it with a guy named dallas james."

"APART from being free of embaressing nicknames?" artie snorted. "please. as long as i am in your life, you will never ever ever be free of embarassing nicknames, deejie weejie. get used to it." she grinned, but at the same time gave his cigarette a rather contemptuous glance. that might make her seem like a bit of a hypocrite, seeing as she currently had a baggie of marijuana tucked away inside of her purse, but cigarettes grossed her out a lot more than pot did, mostly because the smoke seemed so much more harsh and unpleasant to her. "you should feel fortunate, having a college kid hanging with a child like yourself. but honestly? no. i never go." she tossed the cigarette out of her mind and her grin became more wholehearted. "atta boy, deej. you've done me proud." the stray hair she had just recently returned to its proper place was ousted again by the wind, so she impatiently tucked it back again. stupid breeze. didn't do nothing for nobody. "i see you haven't gotten kicked out yet. what's happening with you?" she took a moment to think about the question and registered with some annoyance that, aside from her new "habit", there was pretty much absolutely nothing going on in her life. exciting. she shrugged. "that same old boring crap i just can't get enough of," she said, being careful to keep her voice nonchalant. she knew she wouldn't be able to tell dj about her new development unless she wanted him to throw some sort of tantrum and she really did not want that. her gaze flicked back to his cigarette. "hasn't anyone ever told you cigarettes are for strippers and guys in prison?"

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TAGGED DARTIE <333
ATTIRE here
DATE september 20, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by modest mouse, formatting and banner by me
NOTES dartie is fucking epic

[DJ Hadley]

DJ HADLEY

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BELIEVING ALL UNDER SUN AND MOON. BUT DOES
DOES HEAVEN KNOW YOU'RE HERE? AND DID THEY GIVE YOU SMILES
OR TEARS? NO, NO TEARS. WILL THIS EARTH BE GOOD TO YOU?
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[/color] back of his mind, Dallas James Hadley knew he was more than fortunate to have Artemis Ellis in his life. God knows where he would have been had he never formed this friendship, this bond, with her. Sometimes, he would attempt to imagine how things would have been. It didn't work out. He couldn't visualize anything. Ever. So, I guess that's good. The back of his mind was happy with that. Even during their 'off' times, DJ had always found himself increasingly frustrated. Whenever he was pissed off at, oh, whoever - his sister, actually - Artie was always there, on the other end of the telephone line. If there is anyone living in Valkyrie, California, who you can complain to, it would have to be the Ellis girl. When he needed someone to talk to about nothing, it was her. When he needed someone to keep him company at work, it was her. Hell, if he needed someone to do his homework for him, he could probably find a way to make her do it. Let's just not bet on that one. Anyway, where were we? Oh, his mess of a life and Artemis Ellis. Time and time again, he was the one to deny how much he valued their friendship. You expect someone like DJ to admit anything like that? Get to know him better. And not via his sister's whiny blog, or the string of girls whom he had slept with, thanks. Right, anyway. Again. A little voice at the back of his head was the part of his brain that knew exactly how lucky he was to have met her in the first place.

It seemed, the moment he became best friends with her, DJ had straightened his life out. At the beginning, when he first moved to Valkyrie, everything had been one huge, chaotic pile of nothing. For the first time, well, ever, he was out living the life he should have been living the entire time. He didn't know what the fuck he was supposed to do. Finding your place in a new town is difficult enough. Doing so in an environment literally foreign to you is damn well impossible. He would be the first to admit he was struggling to stay afloat there for awhile. So, when his closeness with Artemis was blossomed, things just began to make sense. Have you ever been staring at some sort of problem for hours on end, never getting to an answer? You have no fucking clue. You never will. Then you get up out of desperation, and come back an hour later. All of a sudden, the answer is clear as day. Like, duh. How the hell didn't you get that before? It was right in front of you! Yeah, that's how it was. Overnight, things just sort of fell into place. DJ had become confident in his place here. He walked her social circles, got himself hired at the local hotspot, and caught the eye of many of Valkyrie's most eligible. Things had become easy.

It was just the actual friendship that required the actual work. Never before had DJ become aquainted with someone who was looking for an actual connection. Even his new friends here were good for hitting the local dive pub, or messing around during school hours. Plastic, shallow and fake - like the rest of Valkyrie. With Artie, however, it was different. She was the root of his feeling of acceptance here. Not that he'd ever tell her that. She was the one person he just could never ignore. On an average day, his remarks would offend at least three and a half people. Did he care? In typical Hadley fashion, no, not really. What was someone going to do to him? Precisely. On the odd day he did say something hurtful to Artie, he punished himself the moment it came out of his mouth. She was the one who could return them just as quickly as he could deal them out. Sarcastic banter was one of his favorite parts of their daily epicness. But, the odd time they weren't playfully teasing? Not so much. Time and time again, DJ found himself analyzing that infamous shouting match they had, back during the 'dark time'. Damaging words had been dealt during that night. Sometimes, her words stung. Not that he could ever blame her for saying them: he had, in fact, been acting like a stubborn asshat who needed to be beaten badly. Multiple times. And then once more. He couldn't just leave it alone, ignoring it forever. Like I said - it required work.

And work is something he didn't like too much. In recent weeks, DJ had found his time with Artemis becoming limited. Not that either of them had anything better to do. Things sometimes just...continued on. He would go to class or work, mess around at the hotel for awhile, then head out to a race or something. It was the boring routine that had become his life. But still, sometimes actual work was necessary. Damn it. Flickering his blue eyes over Artemis, watching her move around, he stayed quiet. Part of him wanted to know what she had been doing. Like, actually doing. A girl like Artie Ellis doesn't stay bored for long. A part of him wanted to talk to her about it, actually talk about it. What the hell would he say? "Oh, is anything up?" Like that would have any effect. The little bit of his brain, the one at the very back, was concerned, as well as all-knowing. "Wow. And just when I thought that you couldn't possibly be full of any more bull crap." She was smiling, grinning. Raising his eyebrows at her words, coming out his pondering slumber, DJ scoffed. Then smirked. She knew him. "Bit rich, coming from me?" Lying well was not a particularly strong fortei of DJ Hadley. "And for your information, I can be plenty full of more bull crap." He grinned back at her.

There she went, rambling on again. Raising his chin lightly, still keeping his eyebrows quirked, DJ shook his head. Was it unforeseen to have a slut living in Valkyrie? He was completely aware that his level of promiscuity was surprising. How many loose chicks could be living in one town? But hey, if they were willing, he was too. "But what if Frances Brown was seriously hot? Like, freaky sexy? Maybe even hotter than me? You wouldn't even be able to forgive her for having an icky name?" Point. "And here I am, shocked that you could consider someone being hotter than you. I thought we agreed that was impossible?" Grinning again, he shrugged. "Still couldn't do it. Frances...just no." Shudder here. Sometimes, you just couldn't get past the name. It didn't matter how easy she was, how hot she was, it wouldn't matter. It was like having your second toe longer than your big toe. He'd rather hang-out with Hayden. "And I get the feeling you don't give this 'don't hook up with people who have weird names' speech to all those bimbos you're continually sexing up. Otherwise they might have second thoughts about doing it with a guy named Dallas James." Shooting her a dirty lock, the same twinkle in his eye, DJ pondered a moment. He didn't give girls that speech. There was rarely any sort of conversation at all, come to think of it. "I'm shocked that you are as interested in my sex life as I am. I have such a speech lamenated on my door, thank-you. And who is it to say if they're all bimbos? I'm pretty sure the girl from Monday is number one in your math class." Well, no. Pretty well all of the girls he hooked-up with had the intelligence of a door knob. Oh well. Physicality is what it important in having a loose sex life, actually.

"Please. as long as I am in your life, you will never ever ever be free of embarassing nicknames, deejie weejie. get used to it." Awesome. Leaving the burning cigarette between his lips, DJ watched Artemis. He saw that contemptuous look. He'd been a social smoker for months now - she had to know that. He'd just...turned it up a few notches in recent weeks. "I'll save you from exploiting a humiliating pet name for you, then." Crossing one arm over his stomach, supporting the elbow of the opposite arm, he took another drag. And, besides, it was in his nature to do something nasty to his body. On a regular basis, DJ found himself recovering from a heavy hangover. Stealing a few cigarettes during the day caused him to resist the urge to do anything worse. Besides, drugs were nasty. He hated them more than nearly anything else. Becoming an overly mellowed-out version of a surfer from the '70s was a one-way ticket to annoyingsville. That, or becoming a drooling pile at the side of the road. Right, really awesome. "That same old boring crap I just can't get enough of." Well, there was the answer he had been expecting ever since originally meeting up with Artie. He knew she wouldn't tell him if anything overly illegal had plagued her. He'd get angry, she'd get angry, and things would turn ugly. "Still? A day in the life of us, real damn exciting. " Exhaling a cloud of smoke as he laughed sarcastically, DJ shook his head. "Hasn't anyone ever told you cigarettes are for strippers and guys in prison?" Looking up, a different expression on his face now, he registered her words. Did she actually have a problem if he smoked more often? "It's a surprise I haven't done drugs or anything yet. It keeps me sane." Speaking seriously, he continued to look at her, shrugging. What?[/size][/blockquote][/font]STATUS,, complete.
LENGTH,, 1688 words. -_____-;'
TAGGED,, DARTIE FTW.
TIME & PLACE,, september 20th, 2007; the cemetary.
CLOTHING,, gasp.
NOTES,, yeah, this sucks. dartie makes up for it. (:
CREDITS,, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to metallica - "where the wild things are".

[Artemis Ellis]

ARTEMIS ELLIS ,

got dirt, got water, got air & i know you can carry on
shrug off shortsighed false excitement & oh what can i say?
have one have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

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THOUGH she really, really, really wished it didn't, a small part of artie felt just a little bad about her little forays into the world of marijuana. no, not because apparently it would eventually wind up frying her brain and no, not because she was worried about letting her parents down. it was because she knew that dj would get angry and/or be disappointed in her. she had told that small part of her to shut the fuck up about umpteen million times because she found the feeling to be completely unfounded and unreasonable. she did not think, in any way shape or form, that dj hadley had any right to be disappointed in her. he was the one who got drunk off his cute little hiney all the freaking time. he was the one who slept around like it was going out of style. if anything, she should be feeling disappointed in him. but did she? no, not really. occaisonally, when he did something really stupid, she did, but most of the time she just let it be because she knew that her feeling that way and him picking up on it wouldn't do any good for anybody. it was better for him to work things out for himself, even if she didn't like what he did to himself sometimes (though it didn't stop her from yelling at him for being a meanie from time to time... that memorable afternoon at days a way hotel, for example).

SO, all things considered, she really didn't think that, were dj ever to find out about her new habit - and if she had absolutely anything to say about it, he never ever ever, ever would - his reaction would be totally unfair. he'd probably go all older brother on her ass and be all angry. and she effing hated it when he was angry at her, because, in her experience, when dallas james hadley was mad at her, it meant nights of more powerful insomnia and loneliness. god, she really needed some more friends who weren't all bull headed. she didn't have nearly enough. she should make herself a mental note to start scoping out the hallways of valkyrie academy for people who didn't look bull headed. she had a feeling that there probably wouldn't be very many. this was california, for crissake. anyway, that tangent aside, the fact that she didn't ever plan to let dj in on her little secret was also bothersome, because she didn't like keeping things from dj. it just didn't feel natural. usually she could tell him pretty much everything... in fact, she was pretty sure that the only other thing she was actively not mentioning to him was her short lived pregnancy and abortion last year. not that she needed to defend it, seeing as it was a very personal matter, but he hadn't ever asked. plus, she was pretty sure that, if she couldn't bring herself to talk to dj about, she wouldn't ever be able to talk to anyone about it.

"BIT rich, coming from me? and for your information, i can be plenty full of more bull crap." artie raised her eyebrows. "really," she said, a note of faux appraisal in her voice. "i find that hard to believe. prove it." she actually did find it quite plausible, but she wanted to hear what he might dish out, if he didn't just tell her to eff off. knowing him, it was bound to be entertaining. "and here i am, shocked that you could consider someone being hotter than you. i thought we agreed that was impossible?" she gave a short laugh. "oh, it's definitely impossible, don't be stupid. we're talking completely in the realm of the hypothetical here." grinning, she shifted her weight up onto her knees so that she was kneeling and laid her arms across the top of frances brown's tombstone. "still couldn't do it. frances...just no." well, fine then. if he was going to be a big stupid superficial stickler about this, she wasn't going to attempt to reason with him anymore. "well, congratulations dj. you've officially reached a whole new level of shallowness that i previously thought was even beyond you. how does that feel?" grin. "i'm shocked that you are as interested in my sex life as i am. i have such a speech lamenated on my door, thank-you. and who is it to say if they're all bimbos? i'm pretty sure the girl from monday is number one in your math class." she raised her eyebrows. "seriously? can't say it surprises me, she's totally a whore." she was just pulling that out of her ass, as she had absolutely no idea who was number one in her math class. hell, she didn't even think she'd be able to name four other members of her math class. "still? A day in the life of us, real damn exciting. " straight up, for shizzle. "amen, my soul brother," artie agreed, nodding like one of those dumbass gangsta rapper dudes. yup. she was as cool as it got. "we're probably, like, two of the most exciting people to ever live. we should feel special." suddenly feeling tired of holding herself upright, she stretched out her arms and laid back on the ground behind her, her eyes on the ever blue california sky. "it's a surprise i haven't done drugs or anything yet. it keeps me sane."

UPON hearing that, artie was reverently thankful that she had picked the moment she had to lie down. had she been looking dj in the eye, she might have felt slightly guilty and possibly accidentally alluded to that guilt by some slight movement or display of body language. and she was so, so, so not cool about feeling guilty about this, as previously mentioned. just for that, she was pulling out the annoying, embarassing nicknames again. "good for you deejie-weejie. just say no." now wasn't the time to be feeling like a hypocrite, so she decided she was not going to waste time feeling like one right this second. maybe later, if she remembered. wanting to move over that awkward bit, she sat straight up very suddenly. "have you had breakfast? i haven't," she grabbed her bag by the strap and crawled across the grass to dj and settled herself beside him. "i think i have some candy somewhere in here." she unzipped the main zipper on the purse and began rummaging around in it. if her memory wasn't going on psycho unreliable on her, she was pretty sure she had a baggie of m&ms or skittles in there from the last time she had gone to the movies. by the time she had remembered there was also a little baggie of pot also residing in the purse, it was too late. she accidentally uprooted it from its resting place and it fell limply onto the ground before her. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. she snatched it right up as quickly as she could, praying dj hadn't gotten a good look at it, but knowing at the same time she was probably screwed now. stuffing the bag back into her purse, she offered dj the half empty bag of m&ms she had discovered right before her marijuana had attempted to abandon ship. "nothing like a nutritious breakfast, eh?"

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED DARTIE <333
ATTIRE here
DATE september 20, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by modest mouse, formatting and banner by me
NOTES ending is kinda crapwaddish </3

[DJ Hadley]

DJ HADLEY

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BELIEVING ALL UNDER SUN AND MOON. BUT DOES
DOES HEAVEN KNOW YOU'RE HERE? AND DID THEY GIVE YOU SMILES
OR TEARS? NO, NO TEARS. WILL THIS EARTH BE GOOD TO YOU?
KEEP YOU CLEAN OR STAIN THROUGH?[/color]
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[/color] wrong to say that DJ Hadley was completely against drugs. He wasn't. On the contrary, it was a hell of a good time to watch someone out on their psycho acid trip. Drugs were on the list of substances that harmed your body. Did you know that? Behind alcohol and cigarettes. That's how he listed it. He knew more than a few people who regularly shot up in the bathroom at school. Half of the people he raced with experimented with crystal meth and heroine more times than one. They liked to consider themselves badass, trying out the most dangerous drugs. He was around them all the time. But, he never touched them. Not once. Never in his nineteen years, had DJ ever fallen low enough to take a hit off a pipe. While it was borderline impressive to watch someone's outrageous high, he never did them. Other people could do drugs all they fucking wanted. They just weren't for him.

Why, may you ask? Good question. Let's list everything DJ does to himself on a daily basis - hooking up with a different girl several times a week, drinking himself to oblivion almost every night, and, most recently, smoking like a chimney. Yeah. He definitely was not an individual who was looking out for himself in the long term. He was perfectly aware he was a member of Valkyrie's most destructive. He just didn't care. At the end of the day, he still had his head. Drugs, on the other hand, turned you into a pile of drool on the side of the road. Not a good look. Recreational users just got humliated in Facebook photos the next day. Pot users...don't even get him started. I thought drugs were supposed to get you high out of your mind? Not mellowed out like some ridiculous surfer from 1970s Venice Beach. Go big or go home. Needless to say, he found drugs to be repulsive. He couldn't stop anyone else from doing them. Duh. He could simply choose not to do them himself. That way, he could float in the background, pretending to find everything amusing, if others were experiencing something of a high. Hypocritical, you say? Well, he would agree with you. He didn't like drugs. He, actually, hated them. He just wasn't against them. Do whatever the hell you want with your life. If he was wasted enough, it was almost entertaining. It was complicated. Ask anyone, and they would tell you he was, at least, a recreational drug-user. While that would be a lie, it would not be surprising in the least. This was still DJ Hadley, remember. The disc jockey working the most popular club in Valkyrie? The one who also happened to end every night more shiftfaced than most of the customers. The one who got into it with the bartenders on a regular basis. The one who always brougth some crackwhore home with him. The one who, despite it being false, should be doing drugs like everyone else he knew.

He knew what those stupid pills and powders could do to a person. Saw it all the time. ( Hello, you live in Valkyrie. You do, too. ) It turned dangerous eventually. Because fof that, he'd be dead before anyone he actually gave a flying fuck about touched drugs. Those people typically being Hayden and Artemis. Maybe Hayes, if he wasn't being annoying. Not too many. Watching them on some crazy acid trip would not be a hell of a good time. The aftermath would be worse. Exhaling a cloud of dark, not to mention hypocritical, cigarette smoke, he looked back over to Artie. It would break his heart if he ever saw her tripped out like that. Not that he'd ever tell her. "i find that hard to believe. prove it." Smirking, he shook his head once. Why the hell was he even thinking about drugs? Now? Whatever. "Stay in school so you can earn a degree, and live happily ever after." Leaning back on his hands, he shrugged. The last thing anyone should be thinking about is ten years from now. "My fortune cookie said that last week." He had plenty pull bullshit layered around somewhere. He was just too lazy to go attempt to find it. "oh, it's definitely impossible, don't be stupid. we're talking completely in the realm of the hypothetical here." He grinned sardonically as she spoke. "And here I was, thinking that I was the only one full of BS. I'll just put you a head above everyone else, should I?" Oh, he would do it. No one could deny it - Artemis Ellis was hot. Really hot. And say that to her, and he would have your head. Crossing his legs at the ankle, he absentmindedly flicked ash off the end of his cancer stick. "well, congratulations dj. you've officially reached a whole new level of shallowness that i previously thought was even beyond you. how does that feel?" Well, obviously. He could be shallow if he wanted to. This whole damn town was shallow as a puddle. "Excellent. It's called lust for a reason. Beside, who says I can't afford to be shallow? Apparent whore from your math class would agree with me." As he cocked an eyebrow teasingly, he attempted to light a shiny new cigarette. He looked up at her, a grin shining from behind his bland cigarette. "we're probably, like, two of the most exciting people to ever live. we should feel special." They should? Wow. "We should? Facinating, my dear Ellis. You've really pinpointed it. We should make ourselves exciting." He wouldn't disagree. He was bored.

Taking a minute to fall silent, DJ wordlessly mused as he looked down at his burning cigarette. He didn't even know when he started to smoke more. He always had, ever since him and Hayden arrived in Valkyrie. Always a social smoker. Only in recent weeks had he actually burned through more than a pack every two weeks. More like a pack a day. Twisting the body of the tube lightly, he eyed the ashes as they floated on down toward the emerald-colored grass. It had simply come naturally. Ever since he had started at Valkyrie University, his time spent with Artie was severely limited. Thus, he slowly implanted himself in the remaining social circles around him. He spent more time with his co-workers, and their dangerous idea of a good time. He got more involved in the racing scene, even allowing himself more than a few rounds at the fight circle. These people went out for cigarette breaks, they drank on shift. He did too. And when they pulled out their mirrors and razors, floating the idea of looking for a dealer, he smoked and drank more. It just made sense, you know? He knew it wasn't good. But, what else was he going to do? Sit alone in the hotel room, hoping for a good movie on TV? Not likely. That was Hayden's thing. Or, apparently, that thing some waitress at Bare considered fun, too. Taking another drag, blowing the smoke through his nostrils, he looked back over to Artie.

"good for you deejie-weejie. just say no." "Say that one more time, and I'll be taking a hit off a pipe," his voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke. Smirking, he watched her, muttering something about breakfast and reaching for her purse. Why on earth do girls carry so much crap around in their bags? A wallet is all he really required. "i think i have some candy somewhere in here. Raising his eyebrows, he scoffed with amusement. They were not widely known for their healthy eating habits. "Very nutritious." The words had barely left his mouth when he looked down at the ground, where some of the contents of her purse had spilled out. His blue eyes quickly falling upon the wrinkled bag of marjuana, he remained quiet. Just sort of took everything in. Artemis Ellis was a pot smoker. A pothead. One of those ridiculous individuals he had mocked on so many previous occasions. Good to know. Keeping an eyebrow arched, he slowly took another drag of his cigarette. Twisting it around again, he continued to stare down at the drugs, ignoring Artemis completely. Although it was barely half-smoked, DJ pitched the cigarette down onto the spot where the pot had been seconds before. "You know," quickly lighting another, he drifted his gaze up to his best friend, "I always thought it would be me, turning to drugs. Guess you're weaker than I am. Good on you, Ellis." Toying with his newly lit cancer stick, DJ continued to stare over at her, averting her eyes ever-so-slightly."I always thought we could talk to each other. You know, if there's some fucked-up problem going on; something that makes you start even pot. Guess I was wrong." Pulling himself up into a straight standing position, DJ shrugged out of his jacket carelessly. He needed to do something to avoid kicking a headstone. "Who dealt to you?" He owed her that. Right?[/size][/blockquote][/font]STATUS,, complete.
LENGTH,, 1554 words.
TAGGED,, DARTIE FTW.
TIME & PLACE,, september 20th, 2007; the cemetary.
CLOTHING,, gasp.
NOTES,, ugh, late. but how fucking epic are they?
CREDITS,, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to metallica - "where the wild things are".

[Artemis Ellis]

ARTEMIS ELLIS *


GOT DIRT, GOT WATER, GOT AIR & I KNOW YOU CAN CARRY ON.
SHRUG OFF SHORTSIGHTED FALSE EXCITEMENT & OH WHAT CAN I SAY?
HAVE ONE HAVE TWENTY MORE "ONE MORES" AND OH IT DOES NOT RELENT.

- - - Lots of people usually didn't get why she hung around with dj hadley so much. they saw him as the big mean jerk who drag raced and made an idiot of himself every few nights at bare; someone a relatively pleasant girl like herself might not want to socialize with. and, well, artie saw him that way, too, but she also saw him as her kickass partner in mischief that she could have hours long conversations with during which nothing of any consequence whatsoever was said. she just hadn't ever known anyone that she had been so comfortable with before. plus it wasn't like dj had any way out of the friendship. he was in far too deep for her to decide she no longer wanted to associate with him. that was one of the hazards of befriending artie ellis; once she decided she loved you, she wasn't going to let go. this didn't by any means mean that she wouldn't get mad at you, of course. it wasn't like she was stupid. when something that required anger occurred, she got angry. common sense. but she'd work through the anger. and working through it usually meant focusing all her energy on communicating to you why exactly you were wrong and why exactly she was right until you understood it or otherwise managed to somehow get her to shut up (kudos to anyone who could acheive the latter, because when artie was convinced that she was right, and she almost always was, getting her to close her mouth becomes even harder than usual). she'd been through this process a time or two with dj, the most significant one being their gigantic fight after the shooting. there had been a lot going on for her back then; recovering, turning down all the interview offers from magazines and television studios that kept popping up... but the thing that she had been most eager to take care of was trying to knock some sense into dj hadley. because, for some reason that was completely beyond her, she was closer to dj than she had ever been to anyone before, and she loved him a lot more than she had ever loved any of her other friends.

- - - Yeah, it was weird. she knew it. but it wasn't like she wasn't getting anything out of the friendship; she felt that she looked more lovely and appealing than usual in comparison when she was hanging around with dj, because he was generally unlovely and unappealling. haha. and, look at that, she got to make all kinds of jokes like those at his expense whenever she wanted to. it was great. it wasn't like she would stop making jokes at his expense if they weren't friends, but still. admittedly, it did get on her nerves sometimes when the whole damn school thought they were having sex because it occaisonally impeded her relationships with other guys. but it was also sometimes quite hilarious, so it evened itself out. yes, she loved dj and everything, but not in any sort of romantic way, and it was probably safe to say that the only way they would ever wind up having sex was if there was a whole fucking hell of a lot of alcohol involved.

- - - At his response to her telling him to prove that he could be even more full of it, artie had to concede defeat. "stay in school so you can earn a degree, and live happily ever after. my fortune cookie said that last week." she gave a quick laugh. "bravo," she said, letting a wide grin arrange itself on her mouth. "from now on, i'll be sure to remember that you can probably always be full of a lot more bull crap. even if you are sometimes reduced to quoting fortune cookies." hell, knowing dj, it would actually probably come in handy to remember that, just so she didn't get caught off guard or anything. "and here i was, thinking that i was the only one full of bs. i'll just put you a head above everyone else, should i?" artie gave him a look of faux shock and pretended to seem very appalled. "excuse me?! are you insinuating that the fact that it is impossible to be hotter than me is bull shit? i should stab you in the eye." she dropped the fake look of severity and allowed herself a small giggle. yes, that was a rather grotesque threat, but if you spent time with her, you got used to them. she didn't get why people got weirded out when she said things like that because she often didn't realize that people couldn't see what was going on inside of her head and realize that it was just her sense of humor. it wasn't like she meant most of the cruel and unusual things that she said. duhh. "excellent. it's called lust for a reason. besides, who says i can't afford to be shallow? apparent whore from your math class would agree with me." she gave an exaggerated sigh. "sometimes it is just impossible to reason with you," she said, using words an agitated mother would use but keeping her tone amiable. "you know what? you're a whore, too. so there." she stuck her tongue out at him before dissolving into another quick laugh. god, this was awesome. just like 'old times'. skipping school with dj, loitering around in a public place, bantering sarcastically... this was pretty much as good as it got, as far as artie was concerned. "we should? facinating, my dear ellis. you've really pinpointed it. we should make ourselves exciting." "i agree, my dear hadley. let's go get our hair dyed blue or something." blue hair was pretty epic, you can't deny that.

- - - He was quiet for a while after the pot had fallen out of her purse, and it was clear that he had seen it. fuck, something like this had just had to happen today, hadn't it? she and dj had finally been on good, friendly, normal terms for the longest amount of time in a good while, and they had been having fun. why did something always have to ruin it? why? would it really be so hard for them to just be normal for a while? jesus. because she knew what was coming now. he was going to be a big hypocritcal ass and she was going to have to try and deal with him. ugh. "you know i always thought it would be me, turning to drugs. guess you're weaker than i am. good on you, ellis." he said this as he lit up another stick of cancer waiting to happen. god. her head filled up immediately of things she wanted to say back, but she figured it would be better for him to rant a little before she started. "i always thought we could talk to each other. you know, if there's some fucked-up problem going on; something that makes you start even pot. guess i was wrong. who dealt to you?" nostrils flaring in anger, artie pushed herself up off the ground into a standing position as he had. she crossed her arms firmly over her chest. "okay, so, three things. number one, maybe there isn't a problem. it's just pot, do i need to be having some sort of big issue for me to try it? number two, why is it that you get fucking pissed at me just for this while you're out getting shitfaced all the time and banging like eight girls a week, who, by the way, probably have about three hundred stds? and, number three, i know you. so please don't insult my intelligence by asking me who dealt to me because i know that if i tell you you're going to do something stupid and wind up getting your ass kicked." she paused minimally, looking defiantly into his eyes, her brow furrowed in anger. "okay?"

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STATUS done
TAGGED DARTIE <3333
DATE september 20, 2007
ATTIRE here.
CREDITS lyrics by modest mouse, formatting & banner by me.
NOTES turned out a bit longer than i expected.[/blockquote]

[DJ Hadley]

DJ HADLEY

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BELIEVING ALL UNDER SUN AND MOON. BUT DOES
DOES HEAVEN KNOW YOU'RE HERE? AND DID THEY GIVE YOU SMILES
OR TEARS? NO, NO TEARS. WILL THIS EARTH BE GOOD TO YOU?
KEEP YOU CLEAN OR STAIN THROUGH?[/color]
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- - - PEOPLE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND

[/color] his friendship with Artemis Ellis. Well, that was just fine. Most of the time, he didn't understand it himself. A girl like her? She could be friends with whomever she wanted. DJ, on the other hand, had been given the lifeline of sticking with rebellious bottom-feeders for his entire life. He was just fine with that. Artie, however, was not one of the rebellious bottom-feeders he generally associated himself with. She was...Artie Ellis. There were no words in which he could describe her. Their friendship had happened easily, naturally. It seemed perfectly natural to cut class and sarcastically banter the day away, even in the early stages of their friendship. It was just always what happened. Nothing insane forced them to like each other. No, it just happened. Remember that. It was the only damn way he could describe it. Even now, months and months into their epic partnership, people were asking questions. They typically drew completely different crowds. They didn't have much in common. Half the town thought they were freely fucking each other. See? They didn't understand it. It, or the level of depth this friendship had reached. DJ himself didn't understand it. One day he was boredly swinging around Valkyrie, the next she was in his life. It didn't need any special reasoning.

He didn't get a lot of things about their friendship. At the surface, it was as good-natured and shallow as many other in Valkyrie. On the odd occasion, however, it most definitely was not. When something was bothering him, she was the only one he ever considered opening up too. Do you honestly think he'd seek out one of his drag-racing buddies to kick back and hang out? Ah, no. Hell would freeze over ( in the non-Eagles tour way ) before any of them would know his middle name. They just...got each other. Apparently if you find a soulmate, they get you. Same deal. Just no dates, lame poetry or free-fucking involved. And he liked it that way. To be honest, he doubted it too. He didn't understand their friendship very easily, usually didn't even try. Like why she had even considered befriending him. As much of Valkyrie knows, Dallas James Hadley is just another useless fuck with no direction in life. Most people saw him in that very light. Every other useless fuck didn't have Artie Ellis as a best friend. He didn't even want to approach the situation, let alone enlighten it. Just another factor of this that remained a mystery, I guess.

Tilting his head as she rambled on, an odd expression on his face, DJ remained quiet for a moment. "excuse me?! are you insinuating that the fact that it is impossible to be hotter than me is bull shit? i should stab you in the eye." As she collapsed in light giggles, he smirked wryly. It had been awhile since he had considered their friendship. He liked to ignore it the majority of the time. This scene was so natural, for both of them. Why the hell was she even friends with him? "Not at all. You are the single most physically blessed human being in existance, Artemis Ellis." Biting down on his tongue, a smile biting at the edges of his mouth, he bowed his head sardonically. "you know what? you're a whore, too. so there." Impossible to reason with? Laughing at her words, he kicked at the ground theatrically. Pushing himself into a standing position, the drag-racer crossed his arms faux-offensively. "Now, calling me a whore is no way to help this disease. We're a sensitive people." Raising his eyebrows sarcastically, he scowled down at his friend. Insulting his sex life was no way to make him feel better how the piece of him that was missing. People feel empty, which leads them to sleep around, right? "i agree, my dear hadley. let's go get our hair dyed blue or something." Hmm. Blue would be fun. Taking a moment to mess up his already-messy hair, he smirked again. "I always thought you would look even hotter with blue hair. Maybe orange highlights?"

Okay, yeah. This was the bit that he didn't understand. Everything seemed so easy and natural. The world would be stupid if they weren't hanging out together, cutting class and insulting dead people. That's just the way things chose to be. He could accept that. The bit that he really didn't understand was the moodswings. Their friendship had more fucking bumps in it than the entirety of the rest of his life. All it took was one misstep, and they were fighting. And, let's be honest, they could fight. Two hot-headed, stubborn individuals refusing to admit the other was right? It could reach atomic levels. Remember that fight after the shooting? He had hotel management chewing him out for a damn week. They had been on good terms for the first time in a long time. But, maybe, that was because their time together had been cut back severely. What with attending different schools now, they didn't see each other everyday. And both of them had their own lives to lead; granted, Artie's was probably more healthy, but let's not talk about that. What killed him was that he knew why they fought - because he was being a worthless ass. Even he knew that. Every single time he got angry at Artie, it was because he didn't want to deal with him own shit. And she had every right to get pissed-off back. What would you do? The thing he didn't actually understand was why he had to make things worse. One thing happens, and he gets pissed off. Then she gets pissed off back. Quickly approaching sub-atomic levels. It never took several little arguments to get them fighting. It took one wrong phrase, and windows were shattering.

Even as the words flew from his vocal cords, he knew he was making a mistake. He hated drugs, he did. He had a problem with people he cared about doing them. But, really, why should he? All of his other friends freely got high on a regular basis. And seeing Artie experimenting with a little bit of pot got him this furious? The sane section of his brain was continuing to tell him the shut the hell up. He was being one big fucking hypocritical bastard. "okay, so, three things. number one, maybe there isn't a problem. it's just pot, do i need to be having some sort of big issue for me to try it? That sane bit of his mind was rolling its eyes. There didn't have to be. Pot was fun - personal experience. Just don't tell anyone. "There doesn't," fighting to keep his voice under control, DJ spoke slowly. "I just don't...understand why you had to in the first place." Contorting his face as he spoke forced words, he looked back up at her. He just wanted to yell at her. Fuck. "number two, why is it that you get fucking pissed at me just for this while you're out getting shitfaced all the time and banging like eight girls a week, who, by the way, probably have about three hundred stds? She always, always had the right point. It was always him who refused to admit being a stupid ass. "Because..." trailing off in that same soft, forced voice, the New Jersey native huffed angrily. "Because! I'm the royal fuck-up, remember? I'm going no where in life and everyone fucking knows it. I'm good at screwing myself up." Shaking his head as he spoke, a whole lot emotion pouring over his ashen face, he shuddered lightly. "Because you're better than drugs." Breathing heavily, DJ absently lit that remaining cigarette. He stared at the ground. This was stupid.

"and, number three, i know you. so please don't insult my intelligence by asking me who dealt to me because i know that if i tell you you're going to do something stupid and wind up getting your ass kicked." At that, he slowly looked back up to her. Of course she knew him. That very thougth had entered his mind the second he discovered the drugs. "So? You said it yourself. I'm out getting shitfaced and slutting around town all the time. I deserve a good ass-kicking," a cynical smirk finding its way after his words, DJ bit his tongue again. Fact was, he wanted to destroy whoever had dealt to her in the first place. Getting what he deserved would just make everyone else happy. Taking another drag of his cancer stick, the drag-racer toyed with it as he stared at a spot on the ground six inches to the left of her. Again, this was stupid. He was being stupid.[/size][/blockquote][/font]STATUS,, complete.
LENGTH,, 1517 words.
TAGGED,, DARTIE FTW.
TIME & PLACE,, september 20th, 2007; the cemetary.
CLOTHING,, gasp.
NOTES,, exactly a month late. go me. xD
CREDITS,, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to metallica - "where the wild things are".

[Artemis Ellis]

( ARTEMIS EVELYN ELLIS )
VALKYRIE CEMETERY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2007, MID MORNING

got dirt, got water, got air and i know you can carry on, shrug
off shortsighed false excitement and oh what can i say? have
one have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent
. . . . . . .

they were probably what psychiatrists and all those other uppity sociologists who never seemed to shut up would call dysfunctional in their friendship. and, well, artemis couldn't really say she blamed them. just look at her and dj. most of the time they spent together was time spent causing trouble or playing truent and skulking and loitering around various public places... like cemeteries for example. and then there was the constant banter, insults, and epic fights. hell, this was the first time the two of them had been happy with each other in... forever. since before the shooting, at least. dj being a drama queen about chanel rivera breaking up with him had been the first thing to have caused the first major rift in their friendship, and then after the shooting things had just sort of fallen apart. it didn't exactly make sense why everything had just gotten shot to shit, because afterwards neither of them really had any reason to be fighting, and yet they had kept at it anyway. that was just the sort of thing they did, because they were both stubborn and bull headed, and it was especially true in the case of artie when she believed she was right. and she pretty much adopted "i'm right" as her major philosophy when it came to her friendship with dj, so... yeah.

normal people might have given up on a friendship like their's, but artie was far from even ever considering that. because, even though dallas james hadley could be a royal pain in the ass sometimes, as well as a big stupid mean whore, she loved him. she really did. no, she wasn't in love with him and nor did she use the word love in any sort of romantic way, but she meant it. she was closer to dj than she had ever been to anybody. and at this point, she really couldn't imagine a life that he was not a part of. because it just seemed like he was supposed to be there. she cared about him an awful lot, though to most people her actions didn't really reflect that in the slightest. to her, however, she felt she made it rather clear. all her sarcastic banter and insults were just how she operated, how she enjoyed herself. and, when they had been fighting, she had dragged herself all the way to his stupid hotel room, pounded on the door and shouted at him until he let her in... actually hayden hadley had been the one to have actually allowed her to enter the room but whatever. she had then continued to shout at him once inside. and it had mostly just been her calling him a stupid dumb ass shit head, because she had felt like shit and she wanted nothing more than for him to just be her goddamn fucking friend again. because she needed him. she didn't know why, but she did.

"not at all. you are the single most physically blessed human being in existance, artemis ellis." artie grinned in triumph. finally, some recognition! not that she hadn't spent a whole hell of a lot of time with him previously insisting that she was indeed the most good looking person to have ever graced the planet and explaining why she was hotter than all the girls he banged. an amusing way to pass the time in any situation. you should try it sometime. "there! now that's more like it, deejie-weejie. do you know how much time we would save if you just kept that in your head as a given?" and it was actually true, too, because she would have to spend less time babbling all her nonsensical reasonings to him whenever it came up. "now, calling me a whore is no way to help this disease. we're a sensitive people." she snorted condescendingly at that. whores? sensitive people? yeah, okay then. "dj," she began, fixing him with a stern look. "i agree. you totally are sensitive. just like how i'm very quiet and reserved." she couldn't even stop herself from letting out a quick laugh at that. because anyone who had known artemis ellis for more than five minutes knew that anyone who thought the words 'quiet' and 'reserved' were synonomous with her was either high or some sort of deranged lunatic. "besides, it's extremely statistically unlikely that whores are a sensitive people because half of them are totally into s&m and shit like that." "i always thought you would look even hotter with blue hair. maybe orange highlights?" an expression of enlightened delight formed itself upon artie's face. "i like the way you think, deejie weejie!" she exclaimed. "i knew you had a brain somewhere in that big head of yours, and now i finally have proof!"

yes, this was the first time the two of them had been truly happy with each other in a very long time. and artie had been very happy that that had happened. but now, of course, dj had to go along and find a way to wreck it. again. "there doesn't. i just don't... understand why you had to in the first place." he sounded like he was struggling with his words. good, really fucking good. because she was right and he was wrong and the fact that he seemed to be finding it difficult to choose his words to attempt to put together reasonings was just further proof of that. "jesus. why do you have to go out and fucking kill your stupid liver almost every night?" she asked angrily. this was so not fucking fair. "because... because! i'm the royal fuck-up, remember? i'm going no where in life and everyone fucking knows it. i'm good at screwing myself up." well, that was true, she had to give him that. but that didn't change the fact that she didn't like hearing him talk about himself that way. that was her job, for fuck's sake! she was supposed to lecture him and he was supposed to apologize, he wasn't supposed to pull all this out on her. because, though she did sometimes agree with what he said, it hurt to hear him say it. so she simply continued to stare at him with anger and defiance etched into her face, though now she was biting her lip. "because you're better than drugs." oh fuck, he just had to go and pull that out on her too, didn't he? grr on him. "why?" she snapped, trying to send as many daggers at him as she could with her eyes. "so? you said it yourself. i'm out getting shitfaced and slutting around town all the time. i deserve a good ass-kicking."

artie let out a quick, mirthless laugh. "you want an ass kicking? why didn't you say so?! i can kick your ass whenever you like." she advanced several paces on him, bringing her faces within inches of his. "stop being stupid. please? and stop calling yourself a fuck up. that's my job, you dumb ass."

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status , finished.
tagged , DARTIE. <3333
attire , here.
credits , lyrics: modest mouse. formatting: me.
notes , 300TH ARTIE POST, HELLZ YEAH.

[DJ Hadley]

( DALLAS JAMES HADLEY )

SEPTEMBER 20th, 2007. MID-MORNING. THE CEMETARY.

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believing all under the sun and mood,
BUT DOES HEAVEN KNOW YOU'RE HERE? AND DID THEY
GIVE YOU SMILES OR TEARS? NO, NO TEARS. WILL THIS EARTH
BE GOOD TO YOU? KEEP YOU CLEAN, OR STAIN THROUGH?
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- - - IT WAS THE

[/b][/size] time he spent with artemis that he was happiest, the most carefree. just something about being around that girl put his mind as ease. she made everything seem so...easy. even if there was a pile of dramatic crap sitting in front of her, she handled it seemingly effortlessly. watching her deal with her nauseating parents, for example. everytime DJ decided to bug her at her monterous home, she watched her parents. the mister and mrs. ellis. he didn't know a whole lot about them - just that they probably didn't like him much. but hey, it counted. everytime he decided to shut the hell up and just watch his best friend, he was impressed. despite what he'd say. she was one fucking amazing human being; and he was damn glad that she happened to be his best friend. life would be even shittier if she wasn't in his. whenever she randomly texted his some demand to come and meet her, he knew he would forget about his own issues, even for a few hours. that's part of the reason why he liked her so much. the air surrounding the ellis girl was easy, simple. with her own crap going on, she could make him feel at ease. instead of building up a steaming pile of stress, she'd tell him to shut the fuck up and have some fun. you can deal with your issues while still having fun, can't you? and he did. somehow, in the midst of their loitering, mischievous epicness, he managed to sort through some of his problems. that unnamed, always present feeling always surrounded her. he'd be even more miserable without it.

dysfunctional and confusing or not, their friendship just worked. everyone knew it worked. everytime the people of valkyrie, california saw the rebellious pair causing more trouble, it made sense. the natural chemistry they shared, the effortlessness of it all. it was just easy. she made it easy. even he had to admit, when they were having an 'off' period - let's just forget about those - things sucked. not even in the way of fighting with your best friend suck. just sucked all around. when he was with her, having harmless fun, he remembered how to have, well, fun. it was something completely foreign to him otherwise. just don't spread that around. as far as you know, dallas james hadley is a fun dude. shut-up. anyway. he was sick and tired of trying to make sense of their friendship, when he never, ever, got a real answer. it was natural, it was chemistry. that was the best he ever got. he knew he was damn miserable without her. he knew spending time with her made his mind at ease, making it a much simpler task to sort through all of the crap in his life. when they were friends, things were easier; things were better. every contributing factor to the epic friendship of DJ hadley and artemis ellis just worked. it blended together seamlessly. when those seams were being torn apart, everything became tense, strained. it just didn't feel as comfortable. see? he was right. when he and artie weren't getting along, things just fucking sucked.

but, right now, they didn't suck. that was the good thing. they were on the best terms they had been on for awhile. already, life was beginning to make more sense. his stupid job didn't seem as stupid; hayden didn't seem so impossible. seamless, see? as she grinned brightly, he had to smile lightly. he was perfectly aware of the crap going on in her life, and she could still light up a room without any real effort. "there! now that's more like it, deejie-weejie. do you know how much time we would save if you just kept that in your head as a given?" his smile turning to a faux-offended smirk, he chuckled sardonically. "but we waste time so well. i'll make sure to forget everything by tomorrow. you know, this new housekeeper is pretty hot." things would be easier if she didn't have to re-explain everything to him. but what fun would that be? he liked fun. "i agree. you totally are sensitive. just like how i'm very quiet and reserved." as she snorted, he responded by rolling his eyes. what? people who lash out sexually often do because of an underlying problem or insecurity. it makes them feel loved again, temporarily filling the empty hole somewhere in their life. you are very sensitive to others' feelings due to this insecurity. that's what some pamphlet told him, anyway. personally, he slept around because girlfriends come with drama. "good to know you are finally recognizing the 'real' me. it was tiring pretending to be someone i'm not just for your approval." touching his chest sarcastically, the drag-racer nodded once. artie ellis and being 'reserved' or 'quiet' was like DJ hadley being 'sensitive'. it just didn't work. good to know we're all on the same page. "besides, it's extremely statistically unlikely that whores are a sensitive people because half of them are totally into s&m and shit like that." raising his eyebrows at this, the same smirk on his face, DJ shrugged, pretending to ponder as such. "those would be prostitutes, no? they do it for money. us sluts are attempting to fill an empty hole in our lives. you should be more sensitive to my issues, miss." sarcastic, sarcastic words. he loved it. "and, for the record, a sensitive whore such as myself would tell you that green highlights are no where near as good as orange. while i shall choose to ignore your reproachful nickname and insult. sensitive, remember?" he smiled for the last time. fuck.

things were so easy with artemis. he could be himself, completely, around her with only the loving insults as a response. but, then again, when could he ever keep something good in his life? the moment the sky was clear, he knew that storm clouds had to roll in before things got too peaceful. peaceful doesn't work, does it? apparently not. every single fucking time he messed things up, his mind clouded over; it became illogical. with his harmless, immature fun with artie, everything in his life seemed so much simpler. he could fix things. but then, after awhile, the ever-present illogical side of him fought back, saying that everything was much more complicated than that. thus, he had to screw things up again. it only made sense, right? sure. whatever.

she was getting frustrated. he could tell. her face screwed up into an ugly expression everytime he crossed the line and made something more than it really was. like when he was being a hypocritical ass - like always. "jesus. why do you have to go out and fucking kill your stupid liver almost every night?" logically, he should have agreed and apologized. illogically, that made absolutely no sense. he was a lost cause, someone doomed to life as a mess anyway. might as well have fun being a mess. "because i'm not better than that? i'm too stupid to take my own advice." sloppily lighting another cigarette, he carelessly flicked ash to the ground as he spoke. the point of this was to keep artie as a good person. DJ was fucked the moment he stepped off that bus. falling silent as he watched her face contort with anger, DJ hastily smoked his cancer stick. he hated seeing her getting pissed-off. one - she could be damn scary. two - he knew that it was him, just him, who had pissed her off. it was like watching a girl cry because you were an asshole; you feel bad. not that it ever stopped him from crossing the line. he liked to do that. a stoney look on his own face, he narrowed his eyes slightly. it was stupid when he brought his own lack of confidence to the table. no one was supposed to know how aware of his stupidity he was. "why?" seriously? hadn't he spent the last five minutes telling her why? ugh. "you aren't the trainwreck from hell. it's not your nature to go down that path." attempting to keep his voice controlled, casual, he shrugged again. taking a drag of his cigarette, he kicked at the ground, eyes watching his feet. "because you aren't like me." he could feel the venom from her words, the daggers from her eyes. looking at her straight in the eye would break him. well, until she laughed like she did. "you want an ass kicking? why didn't you say so?! i can kick your ass whenever you like." funny. raising his eyebrows briefly in doubt, he scoffed. so not what he meant. "stop being stupid. please? and stop calling yourself a fuck up. that's my job, you dumb ass." well, he had to look at her after that. running a hand through his messy hair in frustration, DJ kicked the ground again before looking three inches to the left of her eyes. "i'm good at being stupid, your job or not. that's not what this is about." his voice was concrete again, his eyes were steely. the point was she was doing pot. it still pissed him off.[/font][/blockquote]STATUS,, complete.
TAGGED,, DARTIE FTW.
LENGTH,, 1581 words.
CLOTHING,, gasp.
NOTES,, i love them so fucking much.<3 my dartie posts are always too long. xD
CREDITS,, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to metallica - "where the wild things are"[/size]