CRACK A BOTTLE (AVERY)

[mitchell jones stirling]

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[avery jane thompson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] my mouth is frozen so I can't even speak what a disappointment, I had it perfectly what i was going to bring up suddenly stood like a stone as you stood quietly you're making it hard for me - - - - - - - - - ► all i can do is freeze Avery sighed as she walked down the street. She had planned to stop by and see her friend Mitchell, but he hadn’t been at his place. Which meant he could be out there getting into trouble and doing God knows what else. Trouble had a way of finding him. Actually, it found her too sometimes. But she knew how to avoid it for the most part. So now she was going to make sure nothing serious had happened to Mitchell. For him not to be home this late at night was a bit strange. He didn’t turn into a werewolf for a few more days. At least, she thought that it was a few more days; she didn’t really keep track. She had other problems on her mind. She wasn’t exactly normal herself. She was a vampire, a bloodsucking leech that drank human blood. The thought still disgusted her, but she had to do it to survive. At least she knew how to keep a low profile, otherwise they would arrest her and put her in jail. Killing people was definitely against the law, last time she checked. And she wasn’t about to turn her victims either. She didn’t want to have to deal with their problems or condemn them to this life. It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows. It sucked, no pun intended. She spied the bar up ahead and quickened her pace, hoping he was there. If he wasn’t, well…she was giving up and calling him tomorrow. Luckily, when she walked in to the dimly lit place, she saw him sitting at a table holding his nose. He looked like he’d gotten the shit kicked out of him. And she smelled the blood from his nose. Great. He had definitely found trouble. Sighing again, she got an ice pack from the person behind the bar and walked over to him, holding it in front of his face. She noticed he had managed to fix his nose, but ice definitely couldn’t hurt. "Much obliged." When he looked up at her, she laughed once. “You look like shit,” she commented, seeing the cuts and bruises that were forming on his face. She pulled out a chair at the table and sat down, crossing her arms and looking over at him. “What exactly happened?” she asked, though it was kind of obvious. He’d been in a bar fight. What she wanted to know was, was he just stupid, or had he run into someone he should have been staying away from. Hell, for all she knew it could have been a vampire. But that didn’t seem too likely. And why was he getting drunk in the first place? He reeked of alcohol, and it made her wrinkle her nose. She hadn’t minded alcohol when she’d been human, but it did stink, especially if you had a ton of it. Avery shook her head, still looking at Mitchell as he put the ice pack on his face and held it there. He was lucky she’d been looking for him, otherwise he’d have no one to help patch him up. all I need is just a little emotion TAGS: MITCHELL , WORDS: IDK , LYRICS: LIGHTS - ICE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[mitchell jones stirling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 465px; height: 425px; background-image: url(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj296/Your_Bedtime_Story_is_Scaring_Everyone/tdh/mitchellthread.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 1px 1px 1px 1px; border: 0px solid #414141;] Ever since he could remember, Mitchell had always been getting into fights or tough positions. He seemed to have gone looking for them most of the time, but more often than not the fights just ended up finding him. Being raised almost completely in the middle of nowhere, being practically isolated on the edge of society left a mark on someone like him. Almost every time he went to school he could come back with cuts and bruises, or occasionally, the broken nose, which his step father made him reset himself, the bastard. He learned things about people and the evilness that seeped out of them before other kids could figure out what their genitals were for besides going piss. Growing up he learned how to hunt deer and hide his true identity, while other children learn about the planets and adding numbers. To Mitchell's mind those were the things that were pointless to learn in life. Some people might have thought that his childhood had been wasted, traveling from place to place, turning by the light of the full moon, trying to life off of the land, of course his step father saw those as valuable life lessons. To hell with what anyone else thought. Silently he couldn't help but laugh. The things that he had learned from his step father had been valuable life lessons, like the one about reseting your nose. He could recall one time when the old man had said that he was going to teach Mitchell something incredible. His young foolish self had eagerly asked what and had been punched in the face and almost seconds after, had his freshly broken nose reset. Young Mitchell had passed out from the pain. Sighing, Mitchell leaned back on his chair, and put a already bloodied handkerchief to his freshly reset nose and closed his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder what life would be like if Owen was still alive. Would he be here with Mitchell, maybe trying to fit in with regular life? Or would he and Owen just continue to travel over the world, never fitting in with society? It was those thoughts that were flowing through his head the ice pack slapped onto the table. Picking the ice pack up he looked up at her and couldn't help but let something slip out. "Fuck. Why did it have to be you?". He sighed and rolled his eyes as she just went ahead and sat herself down. Avery was like that, never asking and instead just doing. That was one of the things that he liked about her. Putting the bloody cloth down, he, out of habit, shifted his position. Mitchell could never really sit still for very long. Then he wrapped the ice pack in the cloth and replaced the object on his nose. The coldness of the ice was a shock to his system and he jumped slightly. Watching her, he closed his eyes for a second, tasting the blood in the back of his mouth. Every time he bled around her, which was probably more than he thought about, he couldn't help but feel that she was going to attack him even though he knew she wouldn't. Shrugging to her question, he just looked at her. "Some poor soul thought that I cheaped him over his car..... Which I totally did."

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