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Post by Phoenix on Apr 16, 2008 13:09:46 GMT -5
*Phoenix grabbed after him.*
"Well how else am I supposed to work in this hellhole?" *she cried, but inside she felt sick. It wasn't possible; everyone she knew used. It didn't mean anything. He was going to judge her?*
"What do you want me to do?"
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 16, 2008 13:15:54 GMT -5
"Eef you hate eet so much, vy don't you leaf? Zats vat zey all do en ze end, vy not get out vile you steel can."
His voice was shaky "I had ze same problem vonce, eet comes along vis thees lifestyle, but I safed myself und I had been doinks eet for many years longer zan youf can vremember." He bit his lip, he felt terrible, simply terrible Ze moodswings he thought damn.
"I'm sorry Pheonix for gettinks youf hired hair, I should haf saved youf, varned you, zis place, ees efil."
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 16, 2008 13:26:59 GMT -5
*She wouldn't have a job at all, if it weren't for him. Nowhere.*
"But why should I stop?" *she persisted, confused.* "It's not hurting the show."
Is it?
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 16, 2008 20:25:38 GMT -5
"Because eets goinks to keel youf" he said flatly "before your time ees oop."
He touched her shoulder softly and stared, deeply in to her eyes. She was beautiful, talented, everything a man could ever want. But he had to look past his carnal desired, beyond how he saw her, as he saw every man, every woman, everyone that hadn't been Mira.
He had to see a human being and in that one sad moment, he saw himself, in her red eyes.
"Phoenix, don't becomes like ze peoples hair, your better zan zem. I vonce thought zere vast no harm een eet, but-" he watched her with interest.
((Please try to read in a terrible german accent and Alan Cummings voice and not the actual singer of the song. If you even know where this comes from.))
"Biting keeps your words at bay Tending to the sores that stay Happiness is just a gash away When i open a familiar scar Pain goes shooting like a star Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far...
And you might say it's self-indulgent You might say its self-destructive But, you see, it's more productive Than if i were to be healthy
& pens and penknives take the blame Crane my neck & scratch my name But the ugly marks Are worth the momentary gain... When i jab a sharpened object in Choirs of angels seem to sing Hymns of hate in memorandum
And you might say it's self-indulgent And you might say it's self-destructive But, you see, it's more productive Than if i were to be happy
And sappy songs about sex and cheating Bland accounts of two lovers meeting Make me want to give mankind a beating
And you might say it's self-destructive But, you see, I'd kick the bucket Sixty times before I'd kick the habit
And as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought That even if i quit There's not a chance in hell I'd stop And anyone can see the signs Mittens in the summertime Thank you for your pity, you are too kind
And you might say its self-inflicted But you see that's contradictive Why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?
And pain opinions are sitcom feeding They don't know that their minds are teething Makes me want to give mankind a beating
I'm tried bandages and sinking I've tried gloves and even thinking I've tried Vaseline I've tried everything And no-one cares if your back is bleeding They're concerned with their hair receding Looking back it was all maltreating Every thought that occurred misleading
Makes me want to give myself a beating...."
((Now if people here hate The Dresden Dolls, that's all right, I know they're PURE terrible. But I've found a couple songs of theirs that fit this damn plot beyond amazingly.))
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 16, 2008 21:51:16 GMT -5
((I've never listened to them, actually.))
*Phoenix stared at him, her eyes filling with tears she hadn't bid arise.*
"It's so hard..." *she whispered, knowing he'd understand.* "To live like this."
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 18, 2008 20:35:21 GMT -5
((If you like people who can't sing, and play toy piano, and write about sex changes and things such as the song above, then they're for you, but they're not for most people. I just happen to listen to some WEIRD stuff.))
He pulled her in to a hug, if she tried to push away, it'd be all right. It was as much for him as it was for her. "Youf haf to sells your souls to leaf like thees, you haf to haf no feelinks, no 'art, no nothinks" he placed a soft hand on her chin, raising her eyes up to his "I'm so sorry mein liebling, I'm so very sorry."
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Post by Belle on Apr 18, 2008 21:19:41 GMT -5
((DRESDEN DOLLS EEEEE I LOVE YOU! <333
I saw them in concert in like november. I was THREE FEET AWAY FROM AMANDA IT WAS AMAZING))
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 19, 2008 13:26:33 GMT -5
((That actually sounds cool.))
*She didn't pull away. She was too weak, too alone; any contact was a balm to her.*
"Then what does it matter, what I do to get by?" *she asked dully.* "Can I even win with you?"
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 21, 2008 20:43:38 GMT -5
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 21, 2008 23:11:38 GMT -5
"If I'm to have no feelings, no world outside this, what does it matter what I do to pass the time?" *she asked.* "All I've ever wanted it to sing. Who cares what I need to do to have that?"
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 22, 2008 4:40:27 GMT -5
"So you vant to die?"
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 22, 2008 9:48:38 GMT -5
*Phoenix shook her head, her red-rimmed eyes distant.*
"But if it's a choice between music and death, or life without it, I'll choose death."
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 22, 2008 16:01:29 GMT -5
He could understand that.
"Boot music sober, ees so much more vreal, zen music high, I-" he couldn't explain it. Yes when he did cocaine, he could see the notes. But since he sobered up, he could feel them.
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 22, 2008 16:15:30 GMT -5
*He seemed so... sincere. Phoenix grasped at that fact, at the sound of his voice. At how he'd helped her, and made her breakfast.*
"Will you help me?"
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 22, 2008 18:13:44 GMT -5
He looked down at her "I don't knowf eef I can" I joost slapped Meera, vraped a man und had a lamp thrown at mein head. "boot I'll try."
He kissed her softly on the forehead.
This wasn't the time to tell her all of that, on top of being an bi-poloar antisemitic sex junkie, he didn't need her knowing that he was also a rapist.
"I'll try."
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