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Post by altair lawley on Mar 1, 2008 17:12:07 GMT -5
I wanna have the same last dream again
The one where I wake up and I'm alive
Just as the four walls close me within
My eyes are open up with pure sunlight
I'm the first to know
My dearest friends
Even if your hope has burned with time
Anything that is dead shall be re-grown
And your vicious pain, your warning sign
You will be fine[/center] Loud music. Pulsing, swirling, multi-colored lights. Overly humid air. Sweaty bodies swaying to a nearly incomprehensible beat. The smell of stale liquor. Sticky pools in the corner where people spilled their fifth or sixth drink. Aka home. Altair thought, grinning widely as she gazed around the room. This was the Great White, the teen club on the cruise ship. It was also the place where Altair worked, and nearly lived. Because even when she was off shift she hung out here maybe more than was healthy. See, this was the kind of environment she lived for, the kind of place where she thrived. Too much of the heat and the noise and the confusion would cure most people of their ‘club need’, but not Altair. She loved everything about it, which was why she kept coming back for more. And because of that love [and, of course, her job] you could be guaranteed to find her here almost every night from at least nine until two, and usually later. Her shift as a DJ lasted from eleven until one, and the other hours were spent enjoying the atmosphere – and the cheap beer. Because even though they weren’t supposed to sell the stuff to minors, they always did. And luckily for Altair, since she worked there, she got discounts on the ‘juice’.
Laughing to herself, Altair pushed away from the wall she was leaning on and made her way deeper into the jungle. As the doors to the normal world faded behind her, she felt her mood rising, as well as her confidence. This was her territory, and she knew it. This was where she could just let loose and have fun, and not have to worry about responsibilities or anything. Nothing disheartening applied here: no concerns, no fears, no inhibitions [not that she really had any of the latter anyways]. That was what Altair adored most about clubs, even over the alcohol and the hot guys just begging to be played with. Okay, well, maybe I like that last one more… She thought impishly as she glanced over at a few new boys she hadn’t seen before. D.amn, I’m definitely talking to them after my piece. Or maybe before... She thought, smiling again, but this time her expression was cast over with a veil of mischief. No, Altair was no w.hore, but she liked to have her fun. And that generally involved three things: guys, her girlies, and a Miller Lite. Or some sort of beer, if she couldn’t have that brand. Altair interrupted herself from her thoughts to check the time. 9:37. Plenty of time. She thought happily, and looked around to find the tall blond boy she had spotted.
An hour and fifteen minutes later Altair hastily disentangled herself from that boy’s grips, shouted her reason for leaving, and then did just that. She knew the poor fool was probably confused, but she figured he could deal. He was a very good dancer, and he would find another partner in about two minutes, give or take. She smiled lopsidedly, but quickly pulled herself to the present when she reached the stage. Pulling one leg up high, she vaulted onto the construction and dashed to the back, where the DJ stand was. Scrambling behind the table, she pulled on her headphones and mike, not really bothering to adjust them yet. Casting a glance around for her manager, she caught sight of him and flashed a quick grin, with which he replied to with a scowl, and strode off to his office. She shrugged, feeling rather pleased with herself. She knew the old bastard was only angry because she had made it on time: he was always looking for something wrong with her work. But besides her almost-but-not-quite-late appearances, there was nothing to fault her with. When she got behind all the buttons and knobs and dials, Altair was almost a different person. Meaning, she was focused, concentrated, and didn’t mess around – usually.
So at eleven o’ clock on the dot Altair turned the music down, and her own mike up. “Hello-o all w.hores and pimps!” She called, her mouth curving upwards again. She was greeted with hearty applause and cheers – and the occasional wolf whistle –, but she knew they wanted to get back to the music. “Alright, I won’t keep you from your music long, just wanted to warn you that Lava is on the scene!” If this were any other place at any other time, Altair would feel dorky for saying that, but here it was different. Here, no matter what she said, it was cool, and laugh worthy. There was just some unspoken power of being the DJ, and being a girl at that. “So let’s get this party started!” She finished, and immediately turned the music back up to full blast. Now ‘I don’t wanna be in love’ was blaring from the speakers, and everyone was getting into it. D.amn I love this job. Altair thought, a wicked grin playing out across her features.
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Post by `winnifred carroll on Mar 15, 2008 16:10:01 GMT -5
[/font][/b][/i][/center] Loud music, bodies, sweat; hypnotizing, pulsating; definitely not Fred's scene. The loud music gave her a headache, too many people made her feel claustrophobic, and the sweat made her want to clean everything more than once. So why was she here? She was here because she had been asked to come. It was her night off and instead of hiding away in her cabin, Robin had forced her to get off her butt and go out with him. Robin was one of her closest friends on the boat; she believed it was because he was almost the twin of her brother, Joseph. They looked the same and acted the same and were both very gay, flamboyantly so. Maybe that’s why Robin was able to get her to come tonight, had it been anyone else she probably would have politely refused.
Her legs swung back and forth, her feet not even close to touching the floor as she sat on the bar stool. She sipped her forth rum and coke for the night. Fred rarely ever drank, but again, Robin kept handing them to her and she sucked them down as if her life depended on it. With everyone one she got more thirsty than before and she was thinking that it wasn’t a good idea to keep going, but she was so thirsty and it was the only drink she was offered. "Are you trying to get me drunk," she yelled over the music. Robin laughed and shrugged polishing off his fifth Cosmo. Fred reached over and absentmindedly played with Robin's wristband. "Let's dance," Robin yelled and pulled her off the stool. Fred quickly sucked down the rest of her drink and tossed it in the trash.
People. Swirls of them. All close to her, sweaty and grinding. Fred was so confused as what to do. She never danced, she never went to parties. Robin pulled her close and started moving his hips. Fred tried to follow his moves and slowly she got the hang of it. Suddenly she felt another set of hands on her hips. She flipped around to find another guy trying to dance with her. Unfortunately, she found herself sandwiched between the two. She could almost cry; she couldn’t take it. She pushed the guy off of her and ran off the dance floor. Leaning on the bar, she tried to catch her breath and keep herself from crying. The music stopped and a familiar voice floated over the speakers. She looked around to find the person speaking, but she couldn’t figure out where the DJ was.
She reluctantly went back onto that horrible dance floor and pulled Robin to her asking how to get to the DJ box. He told her, but he also said she would never be able to go back there. Determined, Fred stalked of the dance floor. Fred found her way back without any problems; she wasn’t sure how she did it, but she was never stopped from getting back there. Finally feeling the effects of that last rum and coke (yes, she was a lightweight), she stood on her tiptoes right behind Altair and wrapped her hands around the girls eyes. "Guess who," she sang, not realizing that Altair had headphones on. |
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Post by altair lawley on Mar 23, 2008 9:45:56 GMT -5
altair 'lava' lawley    If I let you love me,
Be the one adored,
Would you go all the way?
Be the one I'm looking for
If I let you love me,
Be the one adored,
Would you go all the way?
Be the one I'm looking for[/center]
An hour in to her set, and the clock struck twelve. Or, it would have, if there was a clock in the club. Thankfully though, there was no such thing, and everyone could party on way past the time they were planning on. It was just more fun that way. Until the next day of course, when you woke up with a raging headache and wondered where that came from. Altair laughed quietly to herself, even though it hardly qualified as a funny joke. It didn't matter though, since she wasn't exactly sober at this point. She had had time before her set and the dancing to grab a couple drinks, and she always had at least one or two brought to her during her shift. Tonight the person who brought her 'juice' had been quicker than normal, and so she was already four drinks in. And those drinks had had some time to filter into her system, so she was starting to feel the full force of their effects. But it wasn't as much for as it would be for others. She was a heavy drinker, and had been for a while, so her brain required more alcohol to feel addled than others'. That was a good and a bad thing for Altair. Good, because it meant she could enjoy more of her liquid of choice. Bad, because she often overestimated her boundaries, and consequently woke up with a mild case of amnesia and a migraine fit to kill. Still, the results of her wild nights had never been able to deter the girl from having more and more of them. She enjoyed the now too much to worry about the morning after. This night was starting to look like one of the ones where she ended up not remembering where the exit out of the club was, much less her room. None of this bothered Altair though, and she merely giggled tipsily and tried to concentrate on the music she was responsible for.
When the next song was set up [Calabria, to the crowd's delight] Altair took the time to look around and examine the crowd, or what she could see of it. There were flashing lights all around, but they only made it more difficult to see. Of course, that was intended, but it sure didn't help when you were trying to find a familiar face in the middle of a indistinguishable blob of bodies. Altair frowned in annoyance, and turned her face back to her expanse of controls. In her pre-drunken state, everything was starting to get a bit fuzzy, but not confusingly so - yet. Absentmindedly, she tweaked the volume of the speakers up a notch. Thankfully for her eardrums, Altair had to wear a pair of heavy duty headphones during her shift. They protected her ears from the blaring noise and kept her from going deaf. However, they also made it so she basically couldn't hear anything, so she didn't get to enjoy the music while she was working. Well, no one really listened to the music in the club. And if they tried, unless they were close the the speakers, they wouldn't hear much besides the beat. The multitude of conversations and movements pretty much overpowered the music, as loud as it was. And with all of that background noise and her headphones, Altair definitely wouldn't be able to hear anyone talking to her. So when a pair of hands came around her head and covered her eyes, she didn't hear the friendly greeting.
But instead of being scared, as some would under the circumstances, Altair laughed loudly in pleasant surprise. She always loved having company during her shift, no matter who visited or how short they stayed. Keeping a lot of other people entertained was fun and all, but she was only human, and she liked to have some of her own entertainment sometimes. Grinning widely, Altair squirmed her way around in the person's grip, and managed to turn to face them. Reaching up to her face, she gently pulled the hands off of her eyes, and tried to focus her eyes on the girl in front of her. After a short moment of blurred vision, Altair let out an excited shriek and hugged the girl tightly. "Fred! What are you doing here girl?" Altair shouted in the shorter girl's ear, to make sure she would be heard. Fred - or Winnifred as her parents called her - was probably Altair's closest friend on the ship. They had met pretty much on the first day of the cruise since they were both employees and had clicked instantly. Altair had understood Fred's attitude, and hadn't been bothered by the small girl's sarcasm, instead she had replied with her own. They hadn't spent enough time together for Altair to consider them sisters, but at the rate they were going, it couldn't be too far around the corner. Altair finally managed to focus her gaze on Fred's outfit, and also pulled herself out of her short trip down memory lane. "D.amn girl - you look hot!" Altair exclaimed, eying Fred's dress enviously. She didn't even want to think about the fairly plain outfit she had on in comparison. But it didn't matter for more than a second, it vanished in a second wave of happiness at Fred's arrival.
[Done. The ending is crap, sorry. I wasn't really sure how to finish it without writing another paragraph.]
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Post by `winnifred carroll on Mar 27, 2008 17:49:23 GMT -5
[/font][/b][/i][/center] Being here tonight felt like a fairy tale. Telling this story later you would feel how out of her element Fred felt. It was like an outer body experience. This wasn’t Fred standing in the DJ's box blinding her friend with her small cold hands. Fred was up in the ceiling looking down at her body. It was doing things it never did and it was pretty scary. The feeling of not belonging was a usual feeling for Fred; Fred didn’t belong in the orphanage and for a while there she didn’t belong with an alien family and now at this moment she didn’t belong in the club with the flashing lights and sweaty bodies, but somehow Fred always ended up in places she didn’t belong. Maybe it was a curse, something that would always put her in places she couldn’t seem to get out of. But she could never tell if it was something that made her the way she was or just one of those bumps in the road that you just have to drive over. All she knew was that at times, the out of place feeling felt somewhat...right.
For instance, finding Altair here felt comfortable. She wasn’t trying to dance with Robin on an unfamiliar dance floor; she wasn’t doing completely out of character things. Sure, she was never this playful, even with friends, but she was in a comfortable place. The lights hurt her eyes, but she ignored them. The music killed her ears, but that was ignored as well. The alcohol made her awkward, but what was new? Tripping and saying something stupid was part of who she was. Being with Altair always felt like this. Fred had been ignoring it since the beginning of their friendship, but in her current state she felt it more than ever. Fred had a crush on Altair and for once, it didn’t bother her so much.
Altair's voice brought her back down to earth, making her smile goofily up at the girl. Fred could tell she looked stupid and she didn’t care. She was beginning to like being tipsy. She almost forgot that she was in the club; if it weren’t for Altair having to scream over the music, she would have. "It was my night off!" Altair was another one of Fred close friends on the ship. At first she thought that it was because Altair reminded her of someone (like Robin), but looking back, she couldn’t think of one person Altair was even a little bit like. Altair was all kinds of different and Fred liked that; she was also beautiful and unique which was something Fred was very attracted to. If someone was unique, Fred wanted to take their photograph and in the absence of her brothers, Fred had needed a subject or two and Altair had been top choice.
"Thank you," Fred yelled, blushing at the compliment. Fred liked compliments as much as the next person, but she never gloated. The only thing that she was never modest about was her photographs; with everything else she was too modest. Her brother Joseph would tell her she needed to learn to take a compliment; she never did. "You look good too; man I’m thirsty. You got any water?" Fred tried to move over to the side of the booth to where she wasn’t standing in the doorway, but it felt like she was walking on jello. She wobbled sideways, and then her knees gave out. In the end, she was sitting on the floor laughing at herself for being such a klutz. "Well, this is embarrassing," Fred yelled before trying to help herself up.
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Post by altair lawley on Apr 1, 2008 17:46:50 GMT -5
altair 'lava' lawley If I let you love me,
Be the one adored,
Would you go all the way?
Be the one I'm looking for
If I let you love me,
Be the one adored,
Would you go all the way?
Be the one I'm looking for[/center] Altair kept a part of her brain focused on the music as she was talking - well, screaming - with Fred. It was a result of two reasons. One: habit, which was a powerful thing with Altair. She wasn't exactly a creature of habit, but if she repeated something again and again it would stick with her for a very long time. That came on quickly too, as she hadn't been working in the Great White for too long, and she already automatically kept part of her consciousness focused on her work. But the second reason was also a compelling incentive: keeping her job. Her boss was a hard ass, and she had suspicions that he only kept her on because of how much the club-goers liked her. If he could have his way, Altair knew she would be out the door in a second. She didn't know why he disliked her so much, but the feeling was clear on his face every night when she showed up to work with a second to spare. And she would definitely be in deep trouble if she screwed up the music, and they would probably drop her off at the next port. Because although the music seems insignificant when you can't hear any more than a faint beat, everyone would notice instantly if something went awry with it. That wasn't going to happen on Altair's shift, she was fixed on that. And Altair was a determined person - when she set her mind to something, she followed through with it, and this was no different.
Altair just barely made out Fred's words over the noise of the club, and she grinned in response. Obviously she knew what having a night off meant, but other than the literal knowledge, the phrase held little meaning for her. She worked at night, every night. She had days off instead, which she generally spent sleeping off the effects of the night before. Really, she would hate having a night off. What would she do then? If she thought about it Altair didn't really have any hobbies besides partying and music, which was sad indeed. What would she do when this was over? Altair shoved the thought away, which was pretty easy considering her tipsiness. She didn't want to think about such distressing topics right now, so she wouldn't. It wasn't like it mattered anyways, that was so far in the future she didn't need to worry about it. All that mattered was here and now, and right now Fred was talking to her. Altair laughed at the other girl's modesty, and tucked that away in her head for later - she was going to cure Fred of that little problem, make no mistake. The short girl's next sentence made Altair giggle even more, but because of how much Altair disagreed, not because it was especially funny. Her hazy mind let her forget it though, and she glanced around to search for an answer to Fred's question. "Um, I think so..." Altair trailed off, more talking to herself than Fred since she knew it was too loud for the other girl to hear her. Altair turned around and ducked her head under the stand, looking for the water jug she had seen at the beginning of the night. "Aha!" She exclaimed, snatching the half empty pitcher from the shadows and bringing it out with her.
"Found some! I don't think there are any cups though-" Altair stopped in confusion, looking around for Fred, who seemed to have disappeared. But then her gaze landed on the girl, who was on her butt on the floor. Altair broke out into laughter, and set the pitcher down on the table. "Girl, usually you wait until you're on a bed to fall down," Altair joked, moving over to Fred and reaching a hand out to pull her up. When she was safely on her feet Altair let go of Fred's hand, and stared absentmindedly at her friend, trying to put a difficult thought together. Well, in reality it wasn't difficult at all, but Altair was very close to crossing the border from tipsy to drunk, and her brain wasn't exactly in top condition. After a moment the light bulb went off in her mind, and her face lit up too. "Hey, I have an idea!" She shouted, feeling unnecessarily proud of herself. "I can put the playlist on auto for a little while, and we can go dance!" Altair spoke quickly, intent on getting the words out while they were still clear. She was even more excited now, as she loved any form of dancing, especially club dancing [aka grinding]. It didn't bother her whether she was dancing with a boy or a girl either - it was all good fun, and she had even less of a problem of dancing with her close friends. It meant nothing to her besides enjoying herself and having fun with her friends, and a lot of the times she had more fun dancing with girls than guys because girls usually didn't try to pull anything on you. If Altair had realized that this wasn't Fred's most comfortable environment - which she knew normally - she wouldn't have suggested it, but it was different now. Alcohol has a tendency to change a lot of things that way.
[Whee, done! Sorry for the wait, life has been hectic for a while, and I'm trying to catch up with everything. And mine is rambling too - I had a stressful day.]
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Post by `winnifred carroll on Apr 6, 2008 18:00:28 GMT -5
[/font][/b][/i][/center] Being tipsy brought her back to a time where she never had to worry; when her parents were still alive. After their death, Fred had felt like she need to grow up. She felt like everything wasnt going to get better, so, she needed to suck it up and stop fussing about it. Fred never cried at their funeral. People thought it stange and some thought that she didnt care, but she didnt shed a tear. She didnt want people to see her weak. She didnt want people to think, poor child she doesnt have any family. She wanted people to think she was strong and independant and able to do things that others her age couldnt. She could already read more than any child could ever imagine, but being independant called for more than reading. Within this time of independance, Fred learned to do a great many things that kids her age werent even thinking about. She may have grown up too fast and maybe that ruined who she could have been, but the old Fred was still there, just buried a little in the ruble.
Fred took Altair's outstretched hand graciously and pulled herself up. It was the first time she had not done something by herself since she was nine years old. It was weird not feeling that feeling of accomplishing something, but that feeling being replaced by one of thankfulness. She stared back at Altair as Altair stared at her. She was trying to remember what she had been doing before her breif relationship with the floor. She wasnt even aware that Altair was trying to think of something as well. Suddenly she noticed the water bottle in Altair's hand and grabbed it and took a sloppy chug, not even considering the logic of using a cup even when water trickled down her chin and soaked the front of her dress a little. She passed it back to Altair as she was talking about something.
All Fred had heard was the word 'dance'. Normally, Fred would not be too keen on working her way back to that death trap they called a dance floor, but something told her she wanted to try it again. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking or maybe it was just Altair and the fact that Fred felt she would do almost anything for the girl. She stood there for a second, thinking over the possablity that she could make a fool out of herself. She had only ever danced once in her life and that was with her brother Joseph at his ballroom competition when his partner got the flu. She didnt win him anything because she had been akward as all get out, but he did get a ribbon for nice form. And that was the extent of it. She had never really tried anything else (aside from the little incedent tonight), but on the dance floor down there she could tell that there wasnt much to the "dancing". She smiled and grabbed Altair's hand. "Sure," she exclaimed brightly and started on her way to the floor determined not to freak out this time. |
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Post by altair lawley on Apr 20, 2008 11:53:42 GMT -5
altair 'lava' lawley And maybe someday I'll believe
Maybe someday I'll believe
That we are all apart of some bigger plan
Tonight I just don't give a damn
So shut your mouth it's time to dance
If the world is ending, I'm throwing the party[/center] One thing had always confused Altair about alcohol: the fact that it was a depressant. She had never been able to understand that, because with all her vast experience of the substance, she had never felt tired when drinking. Of course, when you only have small doses it lowers your inhibitions, so you don't feel tired then. But Altair never drank less than three glasses, and for her size that definitely wasn't a small dose. Still, every night at the club she felt more awake and alive than at any other time. Maybe she could just hold her alcohol well. All this was only a vague train of thought in the back of the girl's head, as she wasn't exactly sober enough to think about anything besides her conversation with Fred. And that conversation had just taken a turn for the worse - well, worse for the actual talking part, but a very good turn for Altair. Because with Fred's agreement to dance with Altair, their speech was pretty much over, but they were going to have lots of fun all the same. The shorter girl's 'Sure' made Altair break out into a wide smile, and she laughed happily as Fred grabbed her hand and dragged her down to the dance floor. She wasn't used to others taking charge of her, even for something as small as this. It was a pleasant surprise though, and Altair went along with it willingly. Or, as willingly as she could, since the effects of her drinks had finally completely filtered into her system. Meaning: she was drunk, not tipsy. And being drunk made Altair clumsy and awkward when trying to walk. She ran into people, inanimate objects, and her own feet. It was pretty funny actually.
Soon Altair found herself away from her little booth and out in the thick of the club. Fred still held her hand, and Altair found herself feeling very grateful to her friend. Of course Altair knew how to handle herself in a club, quite well actually, but she appreciated company when she was under the influence. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she would be less likely to get hurt or do something stupid if she was with someone else, so she instinctively sought out people in situations like this. Thankfully now she had Fred and not some stranger, though she wouldn't mind that too much. Laughter split Altair's momentary silence as she stumbled over a flat piece of ground, one even without the sticky residue of a spilled drink. Remember, a drunk Altair means clumsiness to an extreme. However, it also made her very affectionate. This she showed the next instant by leaning most of her weight on Fred in a hug. "This is good," Altair shouted to her tiny friend. She was referring to their position in the crowd, since they had wound their way through people to reach the thick of the dancing. Altair ignored the clubbers who bumped into her and tried to focus on Fred. She didn't want to lose the girl in the crowd, and in her drunken state she knew that was a definite possibility. Because of that, Altair kept Fred's hand in her own until she moved behind the girl. There she transferred her grip to Fred's waist and easily fell into the rhythm of the song.
Altair grinned widely as she really started to relax and enjoy herself. She always felt at home when she was playing DJ, but she had been a clubber for longer than she had a DJ, and it still felt more natural to her. It was easy for her to fall back to the fun of dancing and singing along to the song. She didn't really notice Fred's uneasiness with the situation, partly because she was drunk, and partly because she just assumed the other girl was as used to this as she was. She had no idea this was Fred's first taste of a club, or that she had never danced like this before. But if she had known, Altair would be very happy about it, because it meant she could teach her friend all she needed to know. She had moved behind Fred because that was usually the role she played, and it proved to be a good thing because here she could guide Fred easily. With her hands on Fred's small hips, Altair eased the small girl into the dance with alternating pressure of her hands. She kept enough distance between their bodies so as to not make it awkward, and also because she only saw Fred as a friend. She had finally admitted to herself that she might be bisexual, but nothing yet had happened to prove it to her, and she didn't think Fred would. Abruptly, she felt a body press up behind her, and she turned her head around to look. It was a friend of the guy she had danced with before, and Altair smiled at him, not minding at all. This too was normal for her, and she enjoyed it. Really, she had been part of grinding chains that had reached around the room before, so this wasn't anything new. The only thing that she changed was the distance between her and Fred because of the pressure the guy behind her was pushing on her. She moved her mouth next to Fred's ear and shouted a question at her. "Having fun girl? Cause I know I am!" Altair could do this all night, and she probably would unless Fred didn't want to.
[Wow, I'm so sorry for the huge wait for this. I'm not gonna make excuses for myself, but it's done now.]
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