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Post by Madison James on Apr 9, 2007 14:18:44 GMT 7
The waves pounded calmly against the shore as a cool breeze blew through the night sky. Madison just simply sat there, not daring to move a single muscle. Her legs were pressed tightly against her chest as her arms wrapped around her shins, hugging herself tightly while her head hung down, leaning her forehead on her knees. She made herself as small as possibly while the dizziness and nauseating feeling would come and go ever few minutes. The fresh air was proving to be more comforting than the club packed with people. She hadn’t been this drunk in a while.
To put it plainly, right at that moment Madison truly looked like hell on earth. A friend had put her hair into a loose and messy ponytail while she had been hanging over the toilet bowl puking, her usual colorful and tanned face was now pale and sweaty, and she was no longer in clothing that showed off her curves. No, she was in one of Teddy’s huge and baggy sweatshirts as well as a pair of sweatpants. He had made her changed into the unflattering outfit for comfort. Though, between the shots of pain that pulsed through her head, the wanting to double over and puke, and the shaking her body would throw its self into every once in a while, she had no time to worry about the way she looked. For once, it was the last thing running through her mind.
Taking a deep breath, Madison allowed her lungs to fill with oxygen before exhaling as slowly as possible. Somehow she had managed to stumble out of the club that was just down the road unnoticed. She had gone out with some of her old friends for the first time in a while. They caught up on everything, she learnt about their lives and they learnt about hers. Boys were one of the main subjects of the night. They gossiped about ex lovers and present ones, who was dating who, who was sleeping with who’s boyfriend… the usual crap.
After departing, Madison made her way to the lake and only ended up falling to the ground twice, probably accumulating a bruise or two along the way. She wasn’t ready to go back to the to her place. Not yet, not in the condition anyhow.
“Fuck,” Was the only word she dared to escape from her lips as she finally lifted her head. Madison looked out at the calming waves and took yet another deep breath. She was alone but quite content with that at the moment. It was nice, even with the pain and nauseating feelings that would kick in every once in a while.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 13, 2007 7:06:33 GMT 7
{sorry about taking so long } Dean was laying in his twin size bed, what an awfully small bed for a grown man. He was so tall, his feet were dangling off the end of the bed. It was all he had and at least it was better than sleeping on the floor. The first couple of months he had to do that until he got a job at the mechanic shop and brought himself a bed. He couldn’t get a nice one so he had to settle for a twin size bed. Even though it was too small for him it was actually soft and it was just temporary until he could get a better one. Sometimes he wondered how he could fit two people on it, but when there was heat and passion in it, you could make anything happen.
Dean was staring at the wall counting how many titles were missing instead of counting how many were there. Dean always had to be different than anybody else that he knew. Everyone wanted to be the same but no one ever tried to be different. So he decided he be the one to do it. But as time went by even that got a bit boring. He had nothing to do, and nothing was on television. Nothing that would eager his hollow mind. So he decided to get up and go for a walk. He had this big park outside of his apartment to explore so why not take advantage of it
Grabbing his coat he pull it on placing his keys and he phone inside of the pocket. Even though it was clearly spring now, it was still a little bit chilly outside, so he didn’t want to come down with a illness. Dean couldn’t miss a day of work and he wasn’t going to. Heading out his door he closed it securely pushing on it to ensure that it was close. Many people were getting rob now-a-days and Dean wasn’t planning on becoming a victim. Okay he might have been a bit paranoid but it has kept him and his things safe. Walking towards the lake, that is where he would go. It was always quiet there, and that was due to the fact that no one was really there.
But when he got there he was surprise. It wasn’t hard to spot one person stilling along near the lake. It was more like a sore thumb to him especially due to the fact that she was girl. Of course she was a girl but you get the point. Walking closer to her she didn’t look that well, in fact it looked like she was going to hurl her guts out onto the floor. Some part of Dean warned him to stay away and the other half told him that he should see if she was alright. Staying were he was he cleared his throat “are you okay? You don’t look all that well” Dean asked her and waited to hear a response.
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Post by Madison James on Apr 13, 2007 23:18:33 GMT 7
“I can do this… I can do this,” Madison kept repeating quietly to herself as she released her arms from her shins and placed them on the sand beside her body. She was about to attempt to stand, having spent enough time on this god-forsaken beach alone. Her nice, warm bed back at her dorm seemed all too marvelous of a thought. Placing the smallest amount of weight on her palms, she was able to move her ass at least an inch off the ground before a feeling of dizziness and nausea hit her once again, “Fuck,” She said in pain as she let butt drop back onto the sand, grabbing her head with a sandy palm as if to squeeze the pain and gross feeling from her head, “I cant do it…” Her words sounded pathetic.
See, when drunk Madison didn’t suffer the same way most people did. Her words hardly ever slurred and most of the time the effects of a hangover would sink in before she went to bed. Most people when drunk would slur their words, puke a few times, and become fine and dandy. But not her. Nope, it would start with headaches, then move to puking, then dizziness would sink in, and soon enough all three would hit her all at the same time. It was horrible, but luckily enough this time she hadn’t gone full out. Last time she had been drunk, she had to be put in a separate room. Only one person could stay with her, and if anyone entered that room she would end up yelling and screaming, and if they dared to turn on the light then the person that did so saw the side of Madison no one else had. To say the least, she really wasn’t the best drunk.
Madison’s hand still clutched her head, her fingers entwined with her hair. To add on to how horrible she already looked, she now had speaks of sand throughout her hair. Oh yes, Madison was a total hottie tonight. She was only glad that Teddy was no where in sight. No guy should ever see a girl when she is at her worst like Madison was right at that moment.
Looking back down at her knees, Madison held her shins with her free hand while taking a few steady and deep breaths. She attempted to clear her mind, wanting to get rid of the pain by falling calm and relaxed. The dizziness and nausea subsided and while she was deeply breathing and counting the amount of times her chest moved in and out, she didn’t even hear another person join her. It wasn’t until a voice cut through her thoughts that she realized that she was no longer alone.
For the first time since she came to the lake, Madison looked up only to have her eyes land on another person, “Yup, I’m okay… just peachy,” She answered, her voice not as lively as it usually was; it sounded weak and a bit mumbled. The boy looked familiar, he was probably one that she had seen around on a few occasions but never talked to before, “alcohol and I don’t mix…” That of course was an understatement but she had to give reason for her gross and groggy appearance. Looking back down, Madison sighed slightly, “Do you know what time it is?” She asked. The brunette had lost all sense of time, not even knowing how long she had been sitting there in the silence before being joined by another. Honestly, this was a lovely way to meet a rather attractive guy.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 15, 2007 1:51:52 GMT 7
Looking at the girl sitting down on the ground not being able to get herself up, he wondered if she was okay. It was unusual to a girl sitting on the beach, all alone at this time of night. Some many dangers lie in the city and many girls had been kidnapped, rape and killed. He wondered why she was out, and then those thoughts were pushed in the back of his mind when he heard her voice. “are you sure” he asked again trying to make sure that she was. She didn’t looked alright to him, her hair all a skewed across her head. Her eyes all puffy, and her posture just show signs that she was not as fine as she calm to be. But Dean he wasn’t going to press the issue any farther. If she wanted to tell him, then she would have but she must have not wanted to.
Alcohol he heard her say and from the look of her it seem like she had a lot more than she could handle. Dean himself drank but he had such a high tolerance that he barely got to the stated that this girl was. Shaking his head, he walked closer and he could smell the alcohol seeping from her, and it was strong. This girl must have been hitting the heavy stuff, he thought as he squatted down taking a seat next to her. Dean just hoped that by doing this it wouldn’t end up with her puking her guts all over him. “I guess so” he said to her comment. Actually he didn’t know because he didn’t know her. But some part of him wanted to know if she did this all the time. She did looked the type, but then again he wasn’t going to judge her.
Hearing her asked him what time it was, he lifted up his jacket revealing his watch. It was late but it wasn’t that late. Turning back to her and shaking his sleeve down, placing his hand back on the ground “11:22 pm” he told her “ you know you shouldn’t be out on the streets alone.” he told her in more of a statement then a question. “it isn’t safe you know that” he said again raising his eyebrow.
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Post by Madison James on Apr 17, 2007 2:11:21 GMT 7
After the scene at the club it would only be a miracle if Madison’s whole reputation wasn’t shattered. Sure, she was known as being ‘guy friendly’ but after tonight it wouldn’t be a surprise if she were labelled a slut. It was sad how alcohol could control ones mind and body so effortlessly. Yes, she knew what she was doing, she could think relatively straight while doing what she had done, and even though she knew it was wrong she never really objected to the guys demands for ‘entertainment’ and ‘pleasure’. Damn, University was the shits. This was not how her junior year was supposed to be going. She could only hope that she’d have no recollection of what happened that night in the morning.
Her thoughts were again pushed away when the boy spoke again. "Yes," she snapped somewhat harshly, "I mean... yes, I'm okay... I'm sure" She added, this time a bit more gently. Taking yet another deep breath, Madison looked up, placing her chin on her knees while still holding herself tightly. The guy was cute, to bad he had to witness her at her absolute worst. But at least the worst of the consequences for drinking seemed to be over. Throbbing shots of pain would still come ever few minutes and she still felt slightly dizzy and nausea at times, but she knew that she had nothing else to puke up and that if she wanted to be she could be quite capable of getting home. She could control her thoughts and temptations now, the alcohol no longer had complete control like it had before.
As the boy sat next to her, Madison didn’t do anything to acknowledge his act of kindness, “Tequila, scotch, brandy, and random shots aren’t good to have in one sitting. Especially when you’re making shit mixes,” She shared, somewhat scolding herself as she spoke. She had known better then to do the hard stuff like that, but she chose not to listen to her conscience. Instead she and the people she was with mixed a lot of crap and were finishing drinks amazingly fast. It was a miracle that no one had gotten alcohol poisoning or landed themselves in the hospital.
“You’re shitting me…” She said in a bit of disbelief. It wasn’t even midnight and she was practically out. That was sad and pathetic to say the least. Though, she didn’t have enough time to worry about what time it was before the guy began to talk again, “Are you sugg…. Suggest… suggestioning that I cant handle myself?” She asked, somewhat fumbling on the word ‘suggesting’ as she spoke. She hated when guys believed that girls couldn’t look out for themselves because they weren’t as ‘strong’ as guys were, “What? Do you think I’m going to get killed or raped or something like that?” Ha, anyone who would want to randomly fuck and kill a drunk that looked like hell would obviously be messed in the head, “I really can handle myself… I can,” It was as if she was telling the last sentence to herself more then to the guy sitting next to her, “I could take on anybody.” Oh yes, Madison was invincible, at least she’d like to believe so, “I bet I could even get out of a bad situation faster then you could.”
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