Dreary like Monday || o p e n

[alison summer black]

i've danced with devils & drank with the demons
THAT'LL SLEEP WITH DEATH & FELL SHORT OF BREATH
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It was that kind of Monday. The kind that was dreary, lonely and most of all: boring. Alison Black- better known as Ali- was walking down the road on this day. She sighed, pulling her jean jacket closer to her as a cool breeze struck up from seemingly nowhere. She frowned, shaking her head and mumbling to herself, “It’s so cold, why is the weather so strange?” She sighed heavily, speeding up her walk toward the town’s 7Eleven. When she was half a block away, the sky gave a growl, and then began pouring down on the short blonde girl. She groaned, but it was lost in the loud rushing of the down-pour.

She scrambled down the street toward the gas station, seeking shelter now instead of a Green Apple Jones. She stumbled and fell into a puddle, succeeding in making herself even more of a sopping wet mess, before finally making it inside. Inside the 7Eleven, the air was a frigid blast against her wet clothing, but she sighed contently anyway. At least it was dry. She shook out her hands and wandered over to the sodas on the back wall. Now she wasn’t so sure she wanted a cold soda, maybe a coffee instead. She bit her lip as she stood in indecision.

As she stood there, she found herself tapping on her leg. She frowned and stuck her hand into her pocket to stop from the annoying habit. She hated tapping, because when she started to tap, she wanted to play her guitar. She sighed, reaching into the cooler or over sized fridge and pulled out a mocha frap. Starbucks was just down the road, but she didn’t want to go back out into the rain. With a click of her tongue, she wandered down the snack isle, pondering getting some gummy worms. They were her favorite fruit-flavored snack to indulge herself with. With a shrug, she reached past them for a chocolate bar. They were better for people anyway.

She strolled at a leisurely pace up to the counter, eyeing the lighters with a whimsical glance. How she loved fire. It was both destructive and what originally helped people survive. It cooked the food people ate, heated homes, even lit the cigarettes and bongs of the addicts. Of course there was a bad side, but that was only if it were uncontrolled… Ali shook her head, zoning back in. What good did it do to wish for one of the lighters when she was still a year and a half too young? No good at all really. She smiled at the back of the person in front of her, taking a step back and accidentally bumping whoever was behind her. She winced and turned around, looking to see if she knocked stuff from their hands. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were behind me and I was just.. I’m sorry,” she babbled apologetically.

this post is 488 words and complete tagged for anyone and alison summer black is wearing this right here and i just felt the need to say that it's short and babbly, but most openers are! lyrics are credited to passion for publication of the all amazing anarbor! this template belongs to justlikefalling of caution 2.0. enjoy my lovelies!

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when you wake up hungover
YOU WISH YOU WERE SOBER
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[sebastian ulysses abercrombie]

There was something he was supposed to be doing at that moment but he couldn’t remember…it was important he did remember that fact. Seb looked out over at him clock on the night stand, 2:30. “Shit!” he yelled jumping off him bed; he had promised his friends he would meet them at the 7 eleven He had told them that he would be there by 3:00. He was half way to the door before realizing he couldn’t leave his room looking as he was in his boxers and t-shirt. He knew his friends would be pissed that he was late and he couldn’t blame him, he had said he would be out at 3. He didn’t understand how time could’ve gotten away from him so fast. He sighed, before heading to him closet to pick out something to wear. It took him fifteen minutes to choose what to wear, and another five to put it on. He had decided on him t-shirt, a pair of blue jean.

He was running a comb through his hair when his brother and his brother's girlfriend of the week walked in. “I’ll be out in a second,” he called from the bathroom, “I just gotta find my shoes.” He remembered he had kicked them off when he walked in from football practice yesterday, but he didn’t know where they went. He checked under him bed but didn’t see them there. He checked the closet, but didn’t see them there either. He stood up and let out a sigh of frustration, before noticing them by the door. He picked them up and headed out the door.

Seb arrived at the gas station a little before 3:00 out of breath from running. He looked around, but didn’t see any of his friends around. “Just like them, to always be late.” He groaned. He didn’t even know why he bothered, his friends were always late, and it quite sucked. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, before leaning against the door waiting for his friends to arrive, just people watching. He was there not even 2 minutes when the sky burst open and it started raining. “Great.” He muttered “just my luck.” Opening the doors, he walked inside, hoping to stay dry while he waited for his friends.

He walked around aimlessly, occasionally picking something up and then sitting it back down. He had been in there for a good 10 minutes when he decided that he wanted a hot dog, from the warmer thing. Fixing it up with his favorite toppings, mustard, ketchup, relish, and onions he made his way up the cash register, to pay. And that is when he felt his freshly made hot dog got introduced to his brand new shirt.“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were behind me and I was just.. I’m sorry,” “Fuck…” was all he said as he stared down at his ruin shirt.

WORDS! 485
STATUS! done!!!
TAGS! ali
NOTES! definitely not my best work sorry about that
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[alison summer black]

i've danced with devils & drank with the demons
THAT'LL SLEEP WITH DEATH & FELL SHORT OF BREATH
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She heard him before she saw who he was. The second she heard the voice of Sebastian, a scowl worked its way onto her face. She looked up at him, his shirt now ruined by hotdog fixings. She started to laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “Actually, I’m not sorry. You look good covered in hot dog; takes away some of the ass-hole effect,” she snickered, turning away from him back to the counter man. She knew he wasn’t going to leave it lie, but she couldn’t resist. He was just so cocky; he needed to be knocked down a few pegs was all.

Ali placed her items on the counter now that the man paying for gas had moved. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a five, paying for the coffee and candy. She left the change with the person behind the counter and walked outside, taking a seat under the overhang of the store. She opened the cold coffee drink, taking a quick sip incase Sebastian tried to make her pour it on herself in revenge. She drew her knees close up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She sighed quietly, watching the rain fall down.

She looked over her shoulder, sighing quietly once again. There was just something about him that made her so angry! It had been that way since she first met him, sometime ago. She wondered about this to herself in silence, readying herself for a berating. She did deserve it, but she knew she would rebuke and yell back at him. With a slight frown, she thought more. ‘Why do I hate him so much?’ She merely shrugged, opening her chocolate bar and taking a bite. It didn’t matter enough for her to dwell on it, and that easily she forgot she had been asking it in the first place.

Unsure if she was alone still or not, she called over the rain, “If you plan on yelling, remember: I don’t really care.” She closed her eyes, listening to the rain rush. It was such a calming sound. She hummed softly to herself, taking another bite of the candy. The night before was only a few brief flashes of memories, but they weren’t things out of the ordinary. She had snuck out, gone down to the river, and swam naked in the moon light; which was something she often did. She smiled to herself, lifting her coffee drink to her lips and taking a drink.

She stood, tossing the empty wrapper of the candy bar into the nearest trash can. Ali scuffed her feet against the paved sidewalk trying to stay dry without going inside. She didn’t feel like getting hit by cold air again, but she didn’t really want to go back into the rain either, so she was stranded. Stranded at 7Eleven with the one person she really hated. She bitterly laughed, shaking her head. ’What a wonderful story to tell my future children.’

this post is 498 words and complete tagged for seb! and alison summer black is all decked out in this right here and i just felt the need to say that it's kind of sucky, but it's 2:30 in the morning... so yeah (:! lyrics are credited to passion for publication of the all amazing anarbor! this template belongs to justlikefalling of caution 2.0. enjoy my lovelies!

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when you wake up hungover
YOU WISH YOU WERE SOBER
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[sebastian ulysses abercrombie]

“Fuck…” Seb said again still staring down at the stain on his shirt; it was then that he heard a peculiar sound. She was laughing at him. He couldn’t believe she was laughing at him. She really couldn’t be that immature to think that this was funny. She had ruined, a perfectly good shirt, not to mention his mood. “Bitch…”he muttered, “You. Are. So. Dead.” He did admit that he had a bit of temper, and that’s he sometimes had a hard time controlling it, but he could only hope that the lord would forgive him for what he was about to do to the girl, because there was no way in hell she was getting out this unscathed. The “she” in question being one Alison Black.

In all the time they had known each other they had never gotten along, even at their first meeting. He didn’t even know why! She just infuriated him like nobody else could. There was just something about her. He walked into the bathroom, in an attempt to clean up the mess she had made of his shirt, but quickly gave it up seeing as it was of no use. The only way this bad boy was getting clean was through the washing machine. Lifting it up over his shoulders he decided that going shirtless was the best way to go. ‘it’s a good thing it’s not cold outside.’ He thought, thinking about the good many incidents he had been forced to go outside in the freezing cold without a shirt. It had happened more often than he would have liked. But it was raining, a fact that he had temporarily forgot.

But back to the situation at hand, he had to find Ali. He knew she had done this on purpose, he just didn’t know why. Okay, maybe he did know why, but that was beside the point. He vaguely remembered her walking outside, and decided to check there first. He didn’t expect her to be right there when he walked out. He turned and faced her, glaring daggers at her as he did so, and in what he hoped was a calm voice, he said, “What the hell dude!"

WORDS! 367
STATUS! done!!!
TAGS! ali
NOTES! definitely not my best work sorry about that
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[alison summer black]

i've danced with devils & drank with the demons
THAT'LL SLEEP WITH DEATH & FELL SHORT OF BREATH
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Alison smiled sweetly up at Seb, fluttering her long eyelashes in feigned innocence. She didn’t know why she had such fun bothering him, but it just seemed to make her life so much more exciting. She brushed her hair from her face and gave him a bored look. “You have a very bare chest, Seb,” she laughed, though the sound was hollow. “If you’re looking for an apology, you won’t find one here. And if you don’t want condiments on your shirt, don’t stand so close behind people; we’re unpredictable.” She looked away from him, back out to the street.

As she sat there, she pondered making a mad dash away from the store to avoid the oncoming conflict, but she knew she couldn’t do that. If she ran away from him, he might think he had the upper hand on her. That was something she could not have. He just drove her crazy; and not in the good way. Alison shook her head, wondering what girls could see in him; if maybe she were blind or something was wrong with her. Or maybe it was the others that were messed up. She took another sip of her mocha-drink and closed her eyes. The rain sounded so calming, even with the unfavorable company. She opened her eyes, turning them once more upon Sebastian. She seemed to access him a moment, knowing that if she had wanted to run off anymore he could and would (probably) have caught her without hardly breaking a sweat. Her stare turned slowly blank, like an uninterested child watching a news broadcast.

With a sigh, she stood and turned to face him completely. “If you’re going to yell at me, make it fast; I’ve not really got the patience today to listen to you preach,” Ali stated, trying to be a bit provocative as well as seem uninterested. Really, yelling back and forth with him added something interesting to her days. If not for him, she would spend most of her time puttering boredly between classes, or wandering aimlessly around town. In retrospect, she had a lot of thanks to give him, but he would never hear them. He was- after all- just entertainment.

this post is 368 words and complete tagged for seb! and alison summer black is all decked out in this right here and i just felt the need to say that it's still not that great, i'm sorry! lyrics are credited to passion for publication of the all amazing anarbor! this template belongs to justlikefalling of caution 2.0. enjoy my lovelies!

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when you wake up hungover
YOU WISH YOU WERE SOBER
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