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[Samuel A. Parker]

SO NOW WE WE'VE COME UPON
THE HARDEST THING I'VE EVER DONE
ITS TELLING YOU THAT I'M A MESS

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Samuel glanced over at Mary and smiled, his hand reaching out to take hold of hers. With the face of an angle, she leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you. I had an amazing time at the park today Sam. Trixie did too.” He nodded, gaze turning to look back at the wet road in front of him after looking at his retriever through the rear view mirror. The rain was coming down in an unstoppable onslaught, making the road difficult to see. “Love you too.”

Sam’s body shook at the fragments of memories. Slamming his fist down on the bar, he glanced at the now empty shot glass in front of him. Icy blue gaze rose to glare at the bartender. Knowing what he wanted, the bartender just grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels behind the counter and filled up 3 shot glasses he sat down on the bar in front of Sam. With a nod of acceptance and thanks, he started downing them.

“We should do this again, maybe next weekend?” May giggled and leaned back against her seat, looking out the window. “Sam we can’t. Next weekend is the Search and Rescue graduating ceremony. You’ll be busy all weekend, remember?” Sam frowned, knowing she was right. With a shrug and a squeeze of her hand he shook his head, “I can always make time for you. You know that.”

Glowering gaze glared at the empty glasses. It didn’t take long and the bartender, a look of skepticism on his face, refilled them. Sam heard him mumble something about making sure he took a taxi home but he ignored him. No, Sam would probably walk home or take his motorcycle. It was two things that he had barely a chance of harming anyone else by doing. The thought made him cringe.

“I’m so glad we got out of that rain just in time,” Mary exclaimed, causing Sam to laugh and Trixie to bark. A few yards in front of him he noticed the headlights of an approaching car drift into his lane. Before he could even swerve to miss it, the car collided with them hard. The sound of metal crunching filled his ears and a sharp piercing pain erupted in his shoulder. Glass shattered almost immediately and Sam could only watch in horror as Trixie was roughly thrown into the street. The car continued to spin wildly on the wet road, colliding into the other car once more. This time the collision was on Mary’s side, the door of the car caving inward and crushing her body into the seat. “Mary!” Silence…all he could hear as they stilled was the pounding of the rain. And then, the sound of Mary choking on something became clear. Sam strained to tilt his head sideways, body restricted by a piece of metal and seat belt holding him still. “Mary.” She was covered in blood and he could finally see it was that she’d been choking on. With a now lifeless look in her eyes, Sam passed out from the incredible amount of pain.

Once again he downed the shots one after another, as fast as he could. By now he could tell the bartender was concerned about the amount of alcohol that he was consuming, but since he wasn’t really causing a problem and feeding money into the establishment, he kept the drinks coming. And as long as they kept coming, Sam continued to drink them. He didn’t care anymore, his mind completely wrapped up in the memory.

The smell of a hospital was the first thing he noticed when he awoke, the pain came second. But soon the memory of what had happened bled into his thoughts, causing his eyes to well with tears. His family was crowded around his bed- none of them wanting to tell him what had happened to Mary. “Someone…please… where’s Mary? Is she okay?” When they finally told him she was dead, he snapped. Broken and distraught, it took a week for him to finally get cleared to leave the hospital. In privacy the doctor told Sam that his deceased girlfriend was pregnant. Sam promised to tell her family and his own, but instead kept the secret to himself.

Sam sighed heavily, glancing at the empty shot glasses in front of him. The room was starting to spin and he wondered how much he’d had to drink. The alcoholic had tried to stop this binge drinking habit of his, but waking up to those horrible dreams of his had pushed him to seek comfort at the local bar. Body shifted on the bar stool, leaning forward to rest on the bar for support. What the hell was he doing? His heart ached in his chest as he thought of Mary and Trixie. Why was he even still alive? Sam believed without a shadow of a doubt that he should have died that night, the survivors guilt was slowly killing him. For a moment, Sam thought about calling his brother but decided against it. No one needed to be brought down with him.

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WHAT SORT OF MESS I MEAN
IS SELF DESTRUCTIVE GASOLINE ?

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TAGGED open
WORD COUNT 853
NOTES mehs
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[reena]

Reena Maire Gardens

Reena was new in this place and she was still settling in new job. So far it was going good, but then it was just early days. Would it always be that? Helping people was in her nature, when she could be bothered to that is. Sometimes she could be too drunk to care. Very rare she gets headaches now as her body was really used to it. Pinching her eyes a little, as the day was so long and she was tired. The shift was over, so she decided to take a break to look around the town.

Slowly she pulled up to the bar. It was small enough, she decided she would meet anyone knew here. So far she haven't any of her colleagues. She didn't even saw her boss. She didn't really care either, and she went to the bar and smiled. Hello can I have a orange juice please, she loves her drink, but she wouldn't drink and drive. It was stupid if she did. Wearing her uniform still, she payed for the drink and began to lift the glass. It was so good to taste the orange juice along her throat. I wonder the days would still be long? She wondered in her own little dreamworld.

Suddenly something caught her eye. A man who was clearly drunk was stumbling around everywhere. Sighing a little she walked towards him. Hello sir are you ok? She asked, as he worked with her. She have seen him around a couple of times, though she didn't speak to him. In way she didn't want seeing chatting on the job on her first day. Wrapping her arms gently around him, hoping to support and hold him steady. How many did you have? She asked him, even though she didn't really care or bothered about others problems. Need a ride home? She asked, still trying to support him. Not wanting him to get hurt. So she slowly waited for his reply back.

[Samuel A. Parker]

SO NOW WE WE'VE COME UPON

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The drinks kept coming so he kept downing them. It didn’t take long before he couldn’t even think straight. Pushing himself up from the bar, he moved to walk to the bathroom. The trip there went alright but the trip back was a disaster. He started bumping into everyone and stumbling everywhere. Suddenly he felt someone trying to steady him and pushed her away. Sam frowned at the blonde who was speaking to him, vaguely recognizing her mostly due to the uniform. She was the rookie on the security team, fresh to the asylum. He’d been like that not long ago, in the same position. It should have made him feel sorry for her, but it didn’t. Sam was too drunk to give a damn about anyone or anything other then himself. He turned to give her a hard stare.

“I’m fine. I’ve had as many as I want. And No I don’t want a ride home, I don’t do blondes.”

So he was being an asshole. Normally Sam was a pretty easygoing kind of guy but when he started drinking his entire personality changed. And surprisingly he wasn’t slurring to bad considering how much he’d had to drink.

“Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

If Sam hadn’t been so drunk he would have regretted that statement almost immediately. Finally managing his way back to the bar, he yelled for the bartender to get him another drink. At seeing how he was acting, the bartender decided to cut him off which did not make him happy in the least.

“Fuck you! Fuck this bar! Fuck this damn town.”

Sam moved away from the bar and stumbled directly into another one of the customers- this one not so drunk and a good bit larger them him. Sam, obviously not thinking straight, shoved the guy away from him with an angry shout.

“Why don’t you watch where your going asshole!”

The guy probably had 200 pounds on Sam but he didn’t back down, glaring at the stranger rudely. Suddenly the guy lashed out and punched Sam in the face, sending him spiraling down to the ground with a bloody nose. The bartender started shouting and threatening to call the police as the chaos initiated. Sam, annoyed with the whole incident, stood up and stumbled out the door- not even bothering to wipe the blood from his face.

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WHAT SORT OF MESS I MEAN
IS SELF DESTRUCTIVE GASOLINE ?
THE KIND THAT STRIPS YOU OF YOUR BEST[/CENTER][/FONT][/SIZE]

TAGGED open
WORD COUNT 396
NOTES mehs
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[reena]

Reena Maire Gardens

NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY
TO HELP PEOPLE

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The guy who was her co-worker in the asylum was finding it hard to stay straight, so instinctively and caring like she went to help him. The guy was away taller than her and weighed her more as well. Still she struggled, but managed to keep her balance and steadying, then suddenly she felt herself getting pushed, hitting her eyebrow on the corner or the table. Reena of course check her head, and noticed she was bleeding a little, not lot it would stop on his own no time. Slowly she lifted herself up, and felt someone helping her. Nodding her head, saying she was ok, and he yelled at her. Clenching her fist a little, of she could hit him so bad, but instead she didn't.

Sorry to burst your bubble, but you aren't even my type. Not to fucking kill yourself or get pulled over of a DOA, then go ahead. You ungrateful little bastard.

Slowly she made her back to the bar, and sat on the stool. This was a second time a guy attacked and basically hurt her. Her ex - husband was control freak and mentally torn her down. Now hearing the same abuse again from her own colleague was enough to blow your self - esteem. Stroking her head again, and drinking some more of her juice, her body was slowly calming down. Her heart rate was calming down, until she saw he was starting a fight, finally taking another sip of her juice, she told the bartender she would take him home, no matter what he did.

Her anger was slowly hitting boiling point and she slowly picked her coat up and placed it on her person again. Slowly she walked out and went to her Peugeot car. Putting her coat in the car, and she got in. Driving away she spotted Sam, I am so going to regret this she went towards him and pulled up.

Get in the car unless you want the cops to pick you up and throw you're sorry ass in jail

Her tone was really high and aggressive like. She still didn't know why she stopped by him. Something was telling her to give him more chance, if he wanted to be an ass, then she would simple drive off and leave him to rot, it was simple his choice.

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Word Count ++++ 396
Tagged ++++ Samuel
Status ++++ Complete
Song ++++ None
Credits ++++ Baylee @ LM

[Mateo V. Parker]

i should have took you out dancing,

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It had been a long day, that was for sure but he honestly couldn't complain at all. He loved his job, the nutters that lined the walls of Lucid manor were intriguing to him but they would be to most people who had a sense of humor and weren't in the same position as them. This day had been no different from the rest, he watched over the cafeteria, did his routine rounds around the halls and escorted the high profiles from point A to point B. Not so rough, and it all worked out for him with his pay check at the end of the week.

Rasta, his faithful and loving companion who had the gene make up of a doberman pranced and swerved around him. Small playful growl leaked out into night air and paws slapped gently upon his chest all the while Matty swatted him down and boxed at his muzzle getting love in return. Rasta was a wonderful dog so full of life and vibrancy but when it came down to being at work he was serious and well trained. He wasn't just a dog, he had the mind of a human it seemed and Mateo wouldn't trade him for the world.

Simple black jeans and dark green shirt graced his figure as he strode down Main st, he had a feeling his brother was out and about as usual and nine times out of ten he tended to frequent the same places within the same radius. Matty grinned briefly, he had gotten his brother this job to try and help him out but he still seemed to be on a downward slope heading for rock bottom. It was sad to see but apparently it was something that just needed to happen and hopefully Sam would pull through it a better person and healed.

A low bark from his companion caused Matty to glance upward, it wasn't a mean bark or even playful, it was a sound of acknowledgment meaning he had just spotted Sam.

"You tell him boy, he's just a drunken fool. "

Knowing smile flitted over his face while he walked closer to his stumbling and clearly shit faced brother who had had five too many to drink it seemed. Oh what were they going to do with him? Eyes rolled briefly, god save them. HIs parents always pushed him to be more like Sammy and look at the fool now? They could stuff it up their tight laced asses for all he cared.

SAMMY BOY! What the hell kind of trouble have you gotten into tonight? You better have gotten laid bye a hooker and snorted a lot of coke to get a busted nose or im going to be ashamed to call you family.

He had finally reached his brother and offered his free hand out to steady him if he wanted to take it. Once words left his mouth though some blonde pulled up demanding he get in the car, Sammy had a stalker! Laughter rocked from his lungs like an explosion of sorts while Rasta bounced around trying to get Sam's attention. Listen lady, this boy isnt a hooker!"

He eyed the blonde up letting the realization dawn on him that they worked with her hit him only to send him cracking up once more. Honsetly Sam would be the death of them all unless he got laid relatively soon

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credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[Samuel A. Parker]

SO NOW WE'VE COME UPON

THE HARDEST THING I'VE EVER DONE
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What the hell was wrong with people? People were dumb. They were inconsiderate. And they were down right pissing him off tonight. Dogs were much better. Sam rolled his eyes at that thought, some times doubting Ares was any better then the actual humans he had to surround himself with. But maybe that was just the annoyed, recently punched in the face, and being bitched out by some dumb blonde he worked with- Sam way of thinking. The alcohol didn’t help the situation either. As he stumbled across the parking lot towards his motorcycle, he thought he heard a familiar bark. Blue gaze shifted rather cumbersomely towards the duo walking in his direction. A groan left him as he struggled with the cognitive thoughts he knew he’d need in a minute for this confrontation. A heavy and frustrated sigh escaped him at the nickname his brother called him- not really paying much attention to whatever else he said. The words busted nose stuck out in his mind and he took the sleeve of his navy blue long sleeved shirt and wiped at his nose. When his sleeve came back, he couldn’t help the slight shocked expression on his face at the blood on it. And dammit, now that Matty had mentioned it the shit hurt.

“I haven’t gotten into any trouble. Or I hadn’t until she came along.”

Sam gestured towards the blonde now spouting at him angrily to get in her car. Like there was a chance in hell that was going to happen. She might have worked at the manor with them but Sam didn’t know her from the other crazies that walked the walls on the asylum. With a grunt, he reached out and bypassed Mateo’s hand to rest his hand on his brother’s shoulder. The move steadied him a little as he blinked a few times, trying to concentrate on everything going on. What was his brother even laughing about? It made Sam want to slug his older brother in the jaw but luckily, even when drunk, he knew better than that. Gaze shifted to look at his brothers Doberman trying to get his attention. With the hand he wasn’t using to steady himself, he reached out and patted the dog gently on the top of his head before looking at his brother, face drawn up in scrutiny.

“Were you looking for me? How’d you know I’d be here?”

Once more he heard the female say something else behind him and sighed, removing his hand from his brothers shoulder and stumbling towards the girls car. Once he reached it, he gave her one of his increasingly familiar cocky grins and pointed down the street.

“I’m no hooker, but if you go about three blocks down there’s some strays in an ally that might take you home.”

Sam laughed and stepped back from her car, nearly falling towards his brother but somehow managing to keep his balance. In all honesty, he couldn’t even remember how much he’d had to drink and the world seemed a little hazy to him at the moment. He turned back to face his brother, eyes lingering on the ground a little longer then they should have. When he spoke, he slurred his brother’s nickname in a sarcastic manner before eyes fell back on the bar and he seriously considered going back in for another drink.

“Hey Matty-boy! What time is it anyway? I gotta work at 6 o’clock in the morning.”

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TAGGED Reena && Mateo
WORD COUNT 571
NOTES He's so shitfaced. xD
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