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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 28, 2007 8:36:56 GMT 7
Christian slipped his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans and made his way through the huge Friday night crowd. He wasn't in the mood to get drunk or even close to it; rather, he needed to get away from his apartment and his cell phone. He needed to take a break and release some stress. Rather than hit some of the other popular bars in the city, Christian chose Antartica. Although it wasn't the best for company, he knew he wouldn't be pushed to the walls or waiting forever on a drink order.
Life was beginning to throw stress on the journalist from every angle. His mind was running with thoughts of work and the upcoming column interviews, the road trip he was supposed to be taking this summer, the incessant phone calls from his mother about taking time off to come home, and the long list of e-mails he had to return. It was beginning to pile up and Christian felt as though his head would explode any minute. Definitely time to escape to the bar for a drink.
Making his way to the bar, Christian slid into a seat and ordered a martini. Martinis seemed to be the only drink the man ever ordered. It was either a martini or a beer, though he preferred the latter in his apartment rather than in public. Beer tended to loosen him up more than he wanted in a restaurant or bar. He had only just pushed some money towards the bartender and wrapped his fingers around the martini glass when he heard bubbling laughter not far behind him. He would have recognized that voice anywhere: Evelyn.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 28, 2007 9:15:24 GMT 7
"Oh you're just so cute." Evelyn said as she gawked over some boy that was standing in front of her as she threw herself against him. The girl was drunk - there was no doubting that. Laughing escaped her lips as she pressed her lips to his - missing them almost completely as she leaned against the boy and the wall trying to hold herself up because he knees were just about to give in and let her body slid down on the floor. She was wearing a skin tight white party dress that was cut low on her chest and stopped a little high on her thigh. Her blond locks of hair were neatly combed and straightened and hung loosely around her head as she glanced around the bar that wasn't really all that packed. She felt his hand crawl up her thigh and inch it's way up her dress as she tried pulling away from him. "Stop it." she said and glanced at him as she held her martini in her hand and a bit of it spilled out on to the floor as she pushed herself away from him and stumbled a bit before leaning against the wall. "C'mon baby.." the boy whispered as she shook her head. She may be drunk but the girl knew she didn't want to sleep with him. "Wait till later.." she whispered before kissing his cheek gently - or maybe her personality was winning over and she was becoming a complete slut? She never had been able to hold on to a relationship because each relationship she'd ever had always ended with nothing more then that. Take Christian for example, they'd never dated but they did have something there and then he just stopped talking to her completely. She had to wonder why he had done that but she couldn't do much about it. She did like the boy but obviously he hadn't felt the same way. She felt the boy putting his hand up her skirt once more as she slapped it away. "STOP IT!" she shrieked making a scene as a few bystanders glanced over and kind of looked at her as if she had a mental problem. The boy rolled his eyes. "You weren't feeling this way last night you stupid bitch." the boy said and let out a small laugh as Evelyn leaned against the wall. There was no way she could defend herself while she was drunk. She could just simply shake her head and yell and scream and drink more of her martini to get more drunk and just forget about all the feelings that she had. The girl just wished she had no emotions - it would be so much easier if she didn't have feelings. She could be a little plastic doll for boys to pick up and play with whenever they felt like.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 28, 2007 10:59:16 GMT 7
He was already feeling irritable and this only seemed to fuel the fire. By the time Christian turned around, he only saw a man reaching his hand frighteningly close to Evelyn's upper thigh. She seemed to flinch and push him away without success. His jaw tightened and relaxed in succession. Christian knew he didn't need to interfere, but he was already having a bad night. Now that his senses were frustrated, seeing someone attempt to take advantage of his friend, if they could be called that anymore, made something click.
Christian had set down his drink and stood up when he heard Evelyn let out a loud shriek. A group of ladies that appeared to be in their early thirties stared openly, much to Christian's irritation. He did not toss them a rude glance, as much as he wanted to. Instead, he extended his stride and made his way towards Evelyn and the stranger.
"Hey," he said, his tone dark and voice gruff with his seemingly-tainted accent. Christian could smell the strong alcohol almost as soon as he was within range of the two people. The man was clearly drunk, purring over the young woman and tossing harsh names around without a care in the world. "Back off." There was a warning tone in Christian's voice as he gave the man a strong, deep glare. The tall, solemn journalist had a sense of intimidation when he was angry. If you catch him in a laugh or any good mood, you could never begin to imagine the fright he might evoke when he wasn't happy with a situation.
Turning his attention to Evelyn, Christian watched her with dark, serious eyes. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked in a rather blunt tone. He had no real right to query her like that, but she was trashed in the middle of Antarctica with some perve grabbing at her skirt. Was this what she had resorted to? He was angry; not only with her, but with everything. This situation seemed to pull a trigger for Christian, making his tone darker than it probably should have been. He cared about her, yes, so what on earth did she think she was doing?
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 28, 2007 14:27:11 GMT 7
Evelyn felt everything inside of her tiny body spinning around as her blurred vision saw a dark and tall figure approach her as she backed up against the wall trying to get a better glance at them. She heard a familiar deep voice as she blinked a few times. No, it couldn't be Christian could it? What the hell would he be doing here at Antartica watching her and some guy flirt and act like complete fools? She saw the intimidated look on the other males face as Christian told him to back off and every bone in Evelyn had straightened up. Something about him being here really set her off out of her drunken mood. "H-Hey." she managed to spit out as she looked up at him. She brushed a piece of her loose blond hair behind her ear as she stumbled a bit against the wall. She tried not to fall as she held her martini that continued to spill on to the ground. The girl was such a mess it was almost insane. She stared up at him blankly as he asked her that question. It really was none of his business what she was doing here. It's not he could really call her a friend anymore seeing as how he left the girl all by herself without a single word of reason. "W-Why d-do you wanna know?" she said as she bit on her lip. "It's n-not your business.." she said as she looked up at him getting rather angry but unable to really express her feelings. The guy she'd been with seemed to just sit there as he looked up at Christian. "Dude leave the girl alone." he said but Evelyn was completely ignoring him. Christian seemed to have an effect on her though she didn't really like it she felt she had to straighten up around him. She didn't want him to see her like this - a total mess but she just couldn't help it. "C-hristian w-why are you here?" she asked as she leaned against the wall trying to hold her position so she didn't fall flat on her face. "Get out of my babies face." the boy said again provoking Christian just to punch him in the face or something of the sort but Evelyn was ignoring him. She felt him try to grab her hand but she quickly pulled it away. "Stop it." she managed to spit out as she shook her head once more. She couldn't deal with this. She was beginning to think of everything she had with Christian before it was all put on pause or rather erase.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 28, 2007 21:45:42 GMT 7
A tick formed in Christian's stubbled jaw at Evelyn and her drunken state. She was right; it was none of his business. But then again, tonight it just might be. He wasn't the type to stand around and watch a friend, even an old one, get pushed in the corner against her will. Was she really being so stubborn as to not admit she could use his help? Of course she wouldn't admit that. That was just all the more reason to step in.
He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the stranger standing beside him. "That girl doesn't know what she is doing, and clearly you don't either." His voice was low and his eyes narrowed beneath dark eyebrows. Unflickering brown eyes watched him steadily before turning back to look at Evelyn.
"I'm here because I'm having a horrible day and needed a drink," he said, not thinking about the fact he was spilling out useless information to a girl who wouldn't even remember it come sunrise. "I was just beginning to relax when I heard your voice and saw the mess you were in." Frighteningly honest, but what else was new? The two had been so close before that reacting with such honesty was practically instinct.
The sound of the stranger provoking again made Christian sigh in frustration. Turning his head sharply to look at him, he said, "She is not your baby. Fuck off." Harsh words coming from the naturally quiet and reserved journalist, but this was an exception. This was Evelyn and this was not a good situation. "We're leaving," he said sharply, taking a step closer to Evelyn and putting his hand on her arm. Though his words were a little rough around the edges, his hand on her arm was gentle. He didn't want her to cause a riot or send her into a panic because of her intoxicated state. "Please," he said quietly, looking down at her with the same serious, though slightly sympathetic, eyes.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 28, 2007 23:24:06 GMT 7
The girl was incredibly stubborn when she was drunk. She intended to do everything herself whether she was drunk off her ass or not. She looked up at Christian with a lot of questions in mind. She never understood why he completely stopped talking to her when they had so much going together. Maybe it was her age or he was just never interested at all? It wouldn't be the first time the girl was lead on only to be dropped so quickly she didn't even understand what happened. She figured it may be because of what she had turned in to - a drunken slut. The girl was only eighteen and she was already running herself in to a deep hole. "I-I do know wh-at I'm doing." Evelyn managed to spit out as she looked up at him. "Why do you c-care? You le-ft." she said looking up to him without a smile on her face but staring intently at his face. "W-Well don't let me ruin your fucking evening." she said getting rather mad that he was pinning it on her that he was having a bad evening. "I can ha-ndle myself." she said as she nodded her head and stumbled against the wall but held herself up. She knew she couldn't handle herself but god knows she wasn't going to come without kicking and screaming. She wasn't about to let him treat her like she was some small child though he was a lot older then her but she of course would not listen to one word he said. "Fuck you man." the guy said and walked off as he looked over at Christian and Evelyn bit on her lower lip. Part of her was glad Christian was here to help her but the other part didn't want to be treated like a small child because she knew she could take care of herself - or something like that. "Stop it." she said as she tried to break away from his grip as she looked up at him. "You didn't want me then - why the sudden change of mind?" she said as she looked up at him. The girl was wasted but not so wasted that she couldn't think or make sentences. She looked at his hand on her arm as she looked back up at him.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 29, 2007 0:24:59 GMT 7
His jaw clenched and released a few times in succession, leaving small tick marks just beneath his cheekbone. It was a rare case to see that line cross his face; it only appeared when he was frustrated or upset, both emotions he couldn't be found in very often. The majority of the time, Christian was mellow and mild. This, however, was leaving him in quite the opposite.
"You left." The words burned into Christian's ears like fire pokers, leaving a mark that would definitely be felt for the next few hours. "Would you rather me turn around and walk out right now?" His voice was quiet and even, no emotion except simplistic curiousity left to be found. His dark eyes watched hers, unmoving and unyielding. "Is this really where you want to be right now? The Evelyn I know wouldn't throw herself so willingly in this situation." He paused and looked at her, holding back the urge to shake his head. He was ashamed of her antics, but he wasn't about to abandon her when she just might need him the most.
"If you really and truly want me to just walk away," he said with a pause of hesitation, "I will." Christian didn't want to leave her here to be taken advantage of by god knows how many men. The familiar, caring feeling began to crawl back into his skin and puncture his frame of thinking; he couldn't leave her here even if she wanted to be left alone. "Or we can go back to my apartment and let you sober out. It's up to you," he said softly with a shrug.
Christian didn't mean to drop her so suddenly, but fear had taken over and brought out the worst in him. He had begun to see Evelyn as more than a friend and that scared him more than anything. She was so young and their friendship was so strong. Romance would threaten to send everything crashing down. He couldn't have that happen again in his life. One time was enough. "I care about you, that's why."
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 29, 2007 1:03:33 GMT 7
Those four words seemed to make her realize everything and how stupid she'd been acting. She felt tears sting at her eyes as she nodded her head. "I don't want you to leave.." she whispered as she looked up at him and bit at her lower lip. She glanced down at his hand on her arm as she remembered the touching and all the kissing they'd shared before everything just stopped so quickly. She'd been in a fight with Teddy so there was no option of just going home. He was mad at her because of everything she'd been doing lately and it was quite understandable. She was becoming a whore and that was nothing like who she truly was. Christian helped her realize that. Those words stung and she wasn't so sure she wanted to hear that he cared for her. It was so much easier thinking he just never cared and that there was no point in wondering why they just stopped talking and stopped everything that could have been. It was hard for her to focus on the past and what could have been because he wasn't the only boy that had fallen through when things had started to spark up with her. She was almost positive she scared people away because of what she did or how she acted. Something about her must have startled them. She glanced down at his hand on her arm once more and she stumbled a bit but then grabbed a hold of his arm and looked up at him. "W-We can go." she said tying her best to sober up. She didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of him though really she had already done that. She put her martini down on a table nearby as she looked back up at him feeling as if she was the scum of the earth and that he was only doing this because she was looking so pathetic it hurt him to even look at her. crap! so sorry lille.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 30, 2007 0:47:34 GMT 7
Christian sighed quietly and ran a hand across the back of his neck. What was he getting himself into? He and Evelyn had been so close up until two or three months ago. They had been the best of friends: something just clicked when they met and a friendship developed seemingly overnight. But when he began to develop feelings for her, Christian got nervous. Sharing a kiss or two was one thing, but when it was threatening to be more consistent, he broke it off entirely.
He caught her when she stumbled, placing his hand on her back and attempting to steady her. She was so far gone, he thought to himself. When she agreed to go, Christian nodded and helped her way through the crowd and towards the door leading to the street. The stranger she had been with before was nowhere to be seen, thankfully. Christian didn't want to get into any sort of brawl, particularly with the night he was having. It wouldn't be worth it and would like turn into something more dramatic than it deserved to be.
"Who was the man?" The question rang clear in the strange quiet of the New York street. The sound of taxi cabs and bells on the doors of street stores didn't even threaten to overpower Christian's low voice. He didn't want her to feel like she was being queried needlessly, but curiousity was ticking at him to ask. Besides, it wasn't an intruding question. OOC: o.o I win suckiest post of the day.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 30, 2007 3:53:40 GMT 7
She was glad he was there to catch her before she fell flat on her face only making her night even worse. It seemed once Christian had arrived she'd sobered up a bunch - it was probably his presence and her trying not to make a fool out of herself in front of him. Three months earlier it wouldn't have been so awkward to see him again. The question still lingered in her mind as to why he'd suddenly stopped talking to her like he had. She hated the fact that it happened but there was no turning back now. It's not like it was completely his fault - things grew awkward and when he never answered her calls she just gave up and stopped trying to even come in contact with the boy who she'd shared those sweet little innocent kisses that were beginning to turn in to something more. As they pushed their way through the crowd to make it out to the New York City street she was glad they hadn't run in to the boy she'd been with before. To be bluntly honest she didn't even know his name. She'd been in the club and he bought her a drink and they had got to talking and after just a few more drinks Evelyn had become drunk and the boy was able to do whatever he liked with her. She was that porcelain doll all over again. She was the boys little play thing that they could pick up and throw around and then push back in to the toy box as a rejected doll that no one liked. She heard him ask her who she was and she knew if she told him that he'd think she was pathetic. The boy had always loved that Evelyn held herself highly and she was proper or so it seemed but now she'd herself turn in to a complete whore. In only a short time of two months she'd turned in to a complete and total whore who was nothing like she had been. She had mad e a fool out of herself in front of many people but it seemed she was just trying to get by. She quit her job and she was mooching off of people - including her roommate Teddy who had been getting extremely frustrated with her and it seemed as if he was on the verge of kicking her out even though they were "best friends". As they continued to walk on the sidewalk of the city street she took in a deep breathe knowing she couldn't just let his question be unanswered. "..I don't know his name." she admitted as she looked down at her feet making sure she wasn't going to fall on her face as hard as she was trying to walk straight she knew she wasn't. "..he bought me a few drinks and I never got his name." she admitted knowing very well if he was to look at her in disgust and walk away she honestly knew that she deserved it.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 30, 2007 5:36:18 GMT 7
Christian towered over the younger woman as they took strides side-by-side across the New York pavement. The sound of their shoes tapping rhythmically on the harsh, grey ground below was the only noise that reached their ears for several seconds. Evelyn seemed to be considering her answer... taking her time. Christian didn't mind.
While they walked, the tall journalist watched her sideways out of the corner of his eye. What happened to the Evie he used to know? Glancing at her now, it was difficult to see even a mild trace of the studious and proper young woman he had spent so many afternoons with. She had been replaced by a promiscuous girl in revealing clothes and too much alcohol in her system. A sinking feeling hit the bottom of Christian's stomach: was he the reason she had turned into this?
"Oh," he said. The sound of her voice broke him out of his sudden train wreck of a thought process. Christian was silent for several minutes, letting the only sound remain to be their shoes on the pavement. His mind was suddenly running back and forth while he felt an empty feeling in his heart. If he was the reason Evelyn had turned into this drunken mess, he knew he would have a difficult time forgiving himself.
Winding through the street crossings and making sure to keep a strong, large hand on the lithe woman's back, Christian directed her towards his apartment. It was not a far walk from Antartica, thankfully. He wasn't entirely sure Evelyn could keep herself straight and moving if the walk was much further. By the time they arrived at the complex, Christian used his free hand to open the door and carefully manuever the woman towards the elevator.
While they stood in the quiet, vacant lobby waiting for the elevator door to open, Christian looked down at Evelyn once more and attempted to meet her eyes. His expression had changed along the walk; rather than anger, his emotion had been replaced with distress and sadness. He couldn't shake the feeling this was his fault.
"Once we get inside, I'll get you some water. It should help flush the alcohol out of your system," he said giving her the only kind of smile he could muster. It was a simple upturn of his lips, just barely existant and filled more with regret than happiness. How could he have done this to her? He thought by leaving he would safe them both from any pain. Clearly he had been wrong.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 30, 2007 6:13:04 GMT 7
The soft pitter-patter of their footsteps seemed to calm her down. She was no longer angry, she was just a bit sad. She wasn't sad that Christian had showed up but she was sad because he reminded her of who she was and now looking at who she had become it was kind of pathetic. She was trying to find love in one night stands. They were only temporary emotion and it wasn't anything close to love - more like lust. The line between love and lust seemed to be thin and very hard to tell for Evelyn. She hadn't felt love for anyone at besides friends. She had a crush on Conor but he only disappointed her like Christian had. She couldn't blame him for who she had become - it was STRICTLY all her fault.
She'd like to think that maybe it was his fault but truly it was all her own fault. She could try to blame it on everyone else besides herself but she knew she was only lieing to the ones she loves and herself. As they continued to walk she stole glances over at him. He was so tall and thin and he just seemed exactly the same. She wanted to lean against his strong arms and just hear those sweet whispers about nothing like they'd shared before but she knew she'd ruined everything for them.
By the sound of his voice she knew he was disappointed in her. "I've turned in to a monster..." she mumbled unsure of whether or not she could hear him. She tried her best to steady herself and she's sobered up a bit since he'd run in to her at the bar. She was more away of everyone and everything around her and it made her feel a bit uneasy. She wasn't sure why he was being so nice to her after he completely ignored her for awhile. Maybe he was feeling sorry for her because she was so pathetic?
She felt his strong hand rest on her back as he escorted her across the street. It made her remember every little touch and kiss they'd shared. She flinched as she felt his hand against her. She tried to not think about all of that because they weren't like that anymore. She couldn't lean over and kiss him like she used to. She shouldn't even be thinking about him like that because obviously he didn't think about her like that so why should she even think about it?
"Oh okay thanks." she managed to spit out as they stood in the elevator. An awkward silence seemed to come over the two of them as she took in a deep breathe and looked up at him. There wasn't a smile or a frown on her face - it was just no emotion there. "..I think I've managed to get most of the alcohol out." she said with a small nod as the elevator doors opened up and she walked in to the hallway.
Everything was too familiar. She'd been to his apartment complex a few times to pick him up or simply just hang out at his apartment - nothing too special. They'd shared sweet kisses and just layed there on his couch and talked about everything and nothing at the same time. She walked down the hall remembering the way to his apartment. Everything still seemed so awkward but she figured she better make conversation. "So..how have you b-been?" she said stuttering a bit. There was one question she had to ask but she knew she'd never get the chance.
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