[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:450px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 222c38; text-align: justify;]She was gone. Just gone, vanished. His angel that had gotten him through the past year was completely wiped out of his life. His life was shattered in about a million pieces and he knew it would never be put back together again because she had taken almost all of the pieces with her, and he would never see them again. The smoky bar would become his home now, again. That was the only thing he could think of. He didn’t know what else he would do with himself. His brain was shut off, probably in an effort to protect him from himself. He couldn’t guarantee that it would help is liver though. He had dumped Elaina on Ale and just left without a word. He knew the dragon would take care of Elaina over him, but he knew the dragon would probably worry a bit about him. He knew eventually he would have to find somewhere else to go. He was only really there at Ale’s because of her, right? Ale wouldn’t want him around anymore. Obviously, no one wanted him around anymore. Hell, he might as well dump Elaina in an adoption agency and just disappear from the face of the Earth. He took a swig of his beer, grimacing at the warmness of it. He realized he had been sitting and staring at the wall for a long time now. He was simply too depressed to even drink his depression away. Did he really expect any different? It was his life’s objective to make him as miserable as possible. He should have been expecting it, but he hadn’t and now he was left to deal with the mess he had left himself get into. WORDS: 287 TAGS: whoever NOTES: my poor bray bray TUNES: lalala

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catch me as i fall say you're here
and it's all over now

speaking to the atmosphere no one's
here and i fall into myself

TAG: Open OUTFIT: Here ONE LAST THING: So hard to right

She didn't know how it started.

Except it started with one drink. One drink, in one hand, being used to drown sorrow. If she could drown the sorrow, drink away the pain, forget the memories . . . maybe she'd be okay. that was her philosophy. she never thought it'd fall apart like this though. and fall apart it did. quickly. terribly. inconceivably. the first drink didn't do much. the next, nothing. by the time she was on her fourth, she was feeling buzzed, but the pain was still fresh. by drink six, some guy was telling her to slow down. that nothing was worth the pain. by drink nine, she was pissed when he took her drink from her hand. by drink ten, her drink was replaced by the man's blood. the memories replaced with the screams, her sorrow replaced with anger, and song. and song was indeed a big part of it all. her voice rising over the screams, coaxing and making everyone do what she want. give her more drinks, be her drinks. it didn't last long though.

A hand gripped her arm.

The suddenness of the act had her head jerking up, her gaze narrowed and hateful. She immediately opened her mouth to sing, but the moment the other's hand slapped over it her eyes glowed silver, and she reacted in violence. Two more bitten men, a downed bouncer, but finally she had been kicked out and thrown onto the streets, a final sad glance from the owner, and a command to sober up echoed from the man's lips, but it wasn't that that had her reacting in near tears, no, it was the sad, dismal comment, Tyyr wouldn't like seeing you like this. That comment followed by the man walking back inside. She stood slowly, wiping at her eyes before heading in the direction of another club, wanting to start the effort in getting out, losing the memories and the pain. Tears in her eyes, she began to walk down the street.

It didn't take long.

The vision of neons lit her way to the next door. All it took was one smile, and her siren pushing through, and she was gestured through the door. Quietly making her way to the bar, she didn't so much as say a word, and a bottle of 'wine' was put in front of her. who ever dreamed of mixing vodka with blood was her hero, and she drank it greedily, letting the sweet, thickness slide down her throat in a comforting hit to her body. She breathed softly before glancing up, and for a moment thought she was staring at her reflection, or at least what her reflection would have been on a man. She paused briefly, before ordering a whiskey. Carrying it over to him, she sat it down, the pain and torture reflecting in her eyes, mirroring his obvious mood, but reacting to it differently, "Looks like you need that.

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The whisper left her softly.

She turned then, heading back to her own spot at the bar, sitting back down and having another glass of the blood and vodka. Sipping it slowly even as the bartender kept a cautious eye on the siren. A siren was bad enough. an emotionally distraught siren was a whole different situation.

She was a mess.

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this truth drives me into madness i
know i can stop the pain if i will it all away

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/1rvhjt.pngg] Brayden jumped a bit as a small glass was set down on the bar next to him. He blinked and glanced over at the small being next to him, meeting her gaze for a split second. In that second he saw almost a mirror reflection of himself. Pain and misery. Looks like you need that. The female whispered, then turned and moved down the bar, taking a seat and sipping from her own glass. Brayden watched her go, then glanced at the glass. He picked it up and sniffed it, grimacing at the strong odor of alcohol that his body was rejecting at the moment. He glanced at the female again, then stood up and moved beside her. He glanced at her, setting the glass down and sitting on the stool next to her. ”Um.. hey,” he said awkwardly, half smiling at the girl before taking a sip of the whiskey. ”What’s someone like you doing out here alone?” He gazed at her, no intent in his words except for to start a conversation. He hoped she didn’t jump to conclusions as most would. He sensed they were both in the same boat emotionally. If he were to have a conversation with anyone, it may as well be her. Amount: 209 Notes: N'aw Bray. Muse: Getting there Tune: Nada Tags: Trixie