TELL ME I'M A MESS, julian

[aria juliet pearson]

NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO BRAVE THE STORM

everybody needs someone or something

it was that time again and aria knew due to her view out the window of her small bedroom, seeing the sun slowly beginning to disappear from the sky and resulting in a blend of red and orange to solidify the notion that night was approaching once more. her stuff was already packed up, never moving from the spot on the living room floor by the door where she could grab it and go with ease—which was exactly what she did. the backpack now swung over her shoulder, she had the appearance of a drifter, someone that did not have a home and was wondering the world, with suspicion that she could be doing it alone. the ring was off her finger, so she supposed that she was in fact alone regardless of the close proximity that her sister was to her house, only a couple of feet away and yet, aria wished it was more. seattle was where she had once called home with a boy, but time was too short for them and she was forced into the possession of her sister when her parents announced her to be crazy due to her coping mechanism. she saw no wrong in the sexual favors that she did in order to numb everything out but her parent obviously saw a flaw in her, what they called, depression and thought that sending her to her sister’s would be a good cause. glancing over her shoulder, she narrowed her eyes to the two heads that were watching her descend down the gravel path and let her annoyance be known with a finger up in the middle air, but a passive smile now on her lips. her sister had tried to follow her countless times to see where she went with the backpack on her back, but aria was too fast for her to catch up to and all that mattered to aria was that she was back in bed every single morning.

painting was another coping mechanism, something that did not seem to fade away from her like everything else. sex, though pleasurable, was not anything with substance while painting allowed her to see the world in a different view, one where she did not lose the love of her life and maybe her mind with it. glancing over her shoulder with a paranoid stare, she stared into the beginning darkness before starting off at a run down the street at the same spot that she always started to run. the backpack bounced against her back but it was a comforting feeling, knowing that salvation from her mind was close, depending on her in a way. approaching the park, the brunette started to search around for a spot with great difficulty due to the impending darkness. the streetlights had already come on, indicating to aria that she was a little later than usual to get to her destination—blaming her paranoid mind and causing an internal struggle before she ignored her own thoughts and found a spot just off the designated pathway. the views of the park were relaxing, they were peaceful and thoughtless due to their mundane appearance, even at night. aria could never see the change in the park because she refused to, she wanted one thing in her life to remain static and this scene was it. setting up a small easel, she settled into the grass and moved from side to side to get a good feel for the ground due to the fact that the girl would be sitting there for some time. the water bottle provided the water that she needed while she chewed on a chip from a bag that was laying at her side, making a quick stroke with the pencil in getting the bulb polelight in front of her to come alive on her paper. after a moment, she glanced up to see a figure walking closer into the view that she was drawing, without a thought, she shouted, ”OI!”

[/i], forgetting that she was hidden by the darkness as she stood up, brushing the dirt off her and approached him, ”what do you think you are doing?”[/i], speaking while coming closer into the light, finally making herself known as the above light surrounded her.[/div][/center]

(FINN//JULES, 712, CLICK, SHE'S WEIRD ..)

[julian]

no i ain't broken but i, i need a fix

It was the rush; the thrill of something dangerous, something different, something that most people would only talk about. Riding on top of a subway car. Jumping off of a skyscraper. Lying in the middle of a busy street, which the daredevil Hawaiian was currently doing. The sky danced with some filtered clouds over the sun as it began to lower down to the horizon over head, soft blues starting to just shift into pinks and purples of evening and car horns cut the air like a jagged knife through bread; messy and useless. He wasn’t moving no matter how long they blared their annoying automated beeps and buzzes. Though the cars were unaware that Julian was trying to listen to his music, not just any music but the music that he had created himself from sliced tracks and ‘borrowed’ tunes, and they had no right to interrupt him. If the stupid drivers were smart they would either just run over him or drive around. in fact, he dared them to run him over, its what got his heart racing when a few of the smart drivers accelerated right next to him. The sudden flood of sweet euphoric sensations through his system made him nearly smile giddy like a child getting his prized cookie from the cookie jar. One of those gooey just baked homemade cookies that melted into your mouth while you moaned at the pleasure of it all.

He wanted that feeling all the time. No. Julian needed it. It was a drug, granted it wasn’t illegal like most of the heroin or cocaine habits that were common along the streets of all the big sin cities, but it was addicting. What made adrenaline addictions worse then most other addiction was that the addict could branch out and tease with the idea of trying some substance. At that point the adrenaline addict was not only getting the adrenaline high of doing something illegal but the drug high as well. That’s when things get bad and that’s were Jules is hopping to never have to go. Sex had become his way of staying away from fancy white powders and liquid fire needles. He may not be dependant on his rush since he was still stable with just getting a quick fix, but he was still young and with no one to tell him that he’s doing too far. There were friends, but most of them found entertainment in his antics and just encouraged them. There were lovers, but none that stuck around long enough in the morning to tell him to slow down. And there was family, but they lived back in Hawaii and his mother could careless if he killed himself doing all that he did. So, he laid in the middle of the busy street using the rush the same way he used it every other time; to forget.

In the distance of his drumming music, there were significantly less beeps from horns and more whirls from sirens. He gasped an inhale of dirty roadway air as he shot himself up to a sitting position. That noise was his kick to wake up back to reality. Even though the idea of cops hiked up his heartbeat and nibbled his nerves, jules avoided them like the plague. He could hear it through his music; they were getting louder which meant they were getting closer. Some dumbass driver had called them awhile ago. Julian had lost track of time just lying there. Scrambling in some diluted form of enjoyed panic, the young man fumed with his electronic device to check the time. Late; the number on the screen didn’t really matter all that matter was that it was late. The sirens canceled out his music now. Looking over his shoulder swiftly, he saw the wheels of a white cruiser pulling up behind the car that had stopped its self before hitting him. Seconds blurred as he popped up and sprinted out of there, getting the hell away before his face could be clear enough to sketch up. His feet didn’t stop running until he had hopped two cars, one fence and made twelve complicated turns which landed him in the park. Slowing to a walk he slicked his hands into his letterman jacket and exhaled in victory. Next thing Julian knew, he was staring into the beady dark eyes of some girl. He didn’t know the girl, “running from the cops after laying in the street for hours,” he arched a curious eyebrow at her, breaking his speak with still tired breathes, “What are you doing?”


tag; erin/aria words; seven six zero oufit notes; sorry that is so ramble-y in the beginning :/

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[aria juliet pearson]

NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO BRAVE THE STORM

everybody needs someone or something

the city noises were something that the strange girl was used to but at the moment, it was not a pleasant sound to hear. a car horn had startled the brunette and made a mess of her drawing as she had jumped, causing a pencil line to follow her projectile hand. giving a raise of an eyebrow, she peered into the darkness and found nothing to indicate trouble around her—the idea becoming exciting with the more that she thought about it, another means to distract her but she returned to her drawing, allowing her mind to become numb with each stroke that she gave to the paper, having erased her few mistake lines that were caused by the blaring horns. after a moment of just drawing connected lines that formed the small sight before her, aria let out a deep breath of relief as her inner peace had started to return and she was back to being off the edge of insanity once more. there were moments when she was just staring down the barrel of a gun in her mind, ready to just end everything but aria knew that she had too much, and too many people, to live for and was not going to fall down that road again. giving a glance up, she narrowed her eyes to the small figure that appeared to be wishing to cross into her artwork, effectively changing the scene that she had drawn and causing her mind to suddenly darken, along with her irises as she sprung up and jumped into action. giving a leap over the small easel, she appeared to him out of the darkness, her waves crashing against her back as she approached him, ”i meant what are you doing about to walk into my scene? did your parents never teach your manners or are you just blind..?”

[/i] she asked, pointing to the area that she was seated where the small wooden easel could be seen with narrowed eyes and a degree of focus.

her brows suddenly furrowed as she stepped closer to him, her eyes not leaving his face as she tilted her head, ”you caused all of that commotion?”[/i] she asked with a dropped tone to her voice, whispering it as though it was a secret but the fact was already out there, ”are you just trying to ruin the picture?”[/i] she asked with a shake of her head. the sound of footsteps could be heard and she leaned around him, peering into the darkness to see small figures growing in size and she raised an eyebrow, ”you are no Houdini..”[/i] she said outloud with a shake of her head before grabbing the sides of his jacket and bringing him down for a light kiss that would look passionate from any angle that it would have been seen. her eyes never closed though but she was staring into his most likely to be bilwildered eyes, she was watching the figures rush past them cladded in uniform before giving another second before letting go of him, but not letting go of the jacket that he had decided to wear for the day, ”your welcome.”[/i] she said with a monotone, giving no indication to whether she had enjoyed the small moment or just wanted to get the taste out. a kiss was nothing for her, it made her toes curl for a moment but the mind blowing finale of clothes off and back arching was where she really got her own kick in life, a distraction from reality that continued to creep up on her in haunting ways. finally giving his jacket a tug to allow it to form against his shoulder properly, she stepped back and tilted her head to the side, ”so what did you do?”[/i] she asked with a voice full of intrigue and her eyes wondering across the features of his face, studying him and his expression like a scientist to a lab rat.
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(FINN//JULES, 660, CLICK, AHAHAH ..)

[julian]

no i ain't broken but i, i need a fix

Her scene? Julian corked an eyebrow down at her, not ashamed that he was running his puppy brown eyes all over her and not even trying to hide the hint of appreciation he had for the view. She was rugged, but Jules wasn’t necessarily a picky man by anyone one standards. He popped his headphones out of his ears as she continued to speak her, surprising dislike of him. He hadn’t done anything to her, he didn’t even know her, this was the first time he ever say the girl. Well, as she claimed, he had ruined her scene, and it wasn’t until she had pointed over toward some darkened corner that realized her rambling. It was hard to make out, there were sparsely any lights around where her finger directed and he the young man had to squint to really make out any shape of anything. So his vision wasn’t twenty-twenty, sue him. “Err, yeah,” he decided to just go with it and nod subtly before looking back at her, “I was taught manners, sweetheart, but I wasn’t aware you owned this view.” A classic smirk dashed over his lips as he tilted his head to one side, “But since I’m here how about you just add me in,” he cooed his vocals huskier, “I make the perfect nude model.”

His dark eyebrow picked up again as she seemed to be inspecting him, with more twenty questions. A flick of his gaze over his shoulder, due to her shushed voiced had him nodding, that that he needed to actually vocalize his answer, he had already told her earlier. “Whoa, slow down miss, I’m not trying to ruin anything, scout’s honor,” he raised his right hand in respect and surrender. Of course it was a tease; Julian had never been a boy scout, never even considered becoming one. But what the pretty girl didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her. He opened his mouth again to give a smooth reply to her brief claim, but his body, instead, reacted instinctually to being pulled down for a kiss, one hand fanning out over the curve of her lower back while the other found purchase bracing the back of her head. It wasn’t a very active kiss, the man would admit to that, but it was just the simple constant pressure of her lips on his. And, while it wasn’t rare for the Hawaiian native to kiss and be kissed by strangers, he doubted that she’d be okay with it if he tried to go further with it. The girl in his arms, as odd as it was, had already expressed her distaste for him and he wasn’t about to make it worse. Once she pulled back, he nodded, “thanks,” slipped casually past his lips as if he thanked girls all the time for kissing him. But as they stood, Jules glanced down at her hands that still clutched his jacket, realizing his own hold was still on her.

Dropping his hands, he looked off in the direction that the cops ran, making sure they weren’t coming back. Her angled head with calculating eyes reminded the young man much of a puppy looking curious. “I told you,” he said as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, reaching one hand up, unhesitant, and straightened the necklace hanging from her smooth neck, he figured it got jostled when she lunged at him for cover, “I was laying in a street, minding my own business, when some cars decided to be stupid and not go around me, so one of them must have got fed up since I clearly wasn’t moving and called the cops.” Saying it out loud made him sound crazy, and he partly was, but he had good reason for it. Now it was his turn to ask the question, “Why did you help hide me?” Most citizens, he was sure, would have just yelled at the cops that he was right here. Almost like putting a giant glowing arrow pointing right at him. But the girl had actively used herself to cover for him, he really appreciated it underneath his curiosity.

tagerin/aria wordssix nine one noteswell, that was pleasant xp oufit

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[aria juliet pearson]

NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO BRAVE THE STORM

everybody needs someone or something

it was her scene, she had claimed with a simple nod of her head when the right spot had come along that she could actually draw to the fullest extent due to the solid lighting and lack of living organisms, being humans, around. the moment that her scene was almost finished, someone had dared to get close and a possessive part of her took over, one that had not been seen since her late husband had been alive. her nose crinkled to the pet name, never having developed a taste for anything of the like, even her husband had learned that lesson quickly but they had known each other for several years and he had been well aware of her distaste for them, giving a warning look with a raise of her eyebrow, she shook her head, ”do not call me that.”

[/i] as aria had never thought herself as being anything sweet, her flavor was constantly bitter. ”should I write my name across it so your presence does not disturb it for the next time?”[/i], as the same view had been painted for a few weeks now, always returning to roughly the same area. her words had bite to them but her tone was mono, she did not raise her voice in anger or lower it to submissiveness, she was stoic and then after a moment, her eyes fell onto the easel that was sitting in the darkness, making out the faint sihoutte and she shrugged, ”to be honest, do whatever the fuck you want. get naked, walk across the path, don’t care”[/i], or she was pretending not to. just like that her mood had switched after she had taken a moment to evaluate her situation and found it to be bland, but things spiced up quickly to the sound of footsteps that were approaching quickly and she eyed him with her eyebrow raising once more, ”bad boy..”[/i] she purred before glancing over his shoulder, seeing the skeleton view of two or three officers rushing down the path.

it was obvious that the male had done something rather naughty to currently be chased by the police officers that were approaching and with a quick movement, she stepped closer and collided her soft lips to his. she could feel his warm hands on her cooled skin due to the brisk air that surrounded them but her skin soon heated up and she became flushed while waiting for the cops to pass. her eyes that had been closed for the moment opened at the same time, giving a glance to be sure that the officers were out of sight and it was just them once more. ”bull shit..”[/i] she muttered while referring to his boy scout ways, ”probably got kicked out.”[/i] she mumbled before brushing a hand through her hair and finally releasing the hold that she had on the jacket, allowing her hands to find the pockets of her own jacket and stare at the ground for a moment, bashful all of a sudden with another mood swing that would have most heads turning from side to side in confusion. after a moment, she regained her confidence, licking her lips and nodding, ”anyime.”[/i] which was an offer that was actually up for grabs due to her easy ways that had surfaced since the funeral. looking down to his hands, she watched him adjust the necklace and quickly smacked his hand away, ”it’s meant to be fucked up.”[/i], readjusting it to be a little on the wonky side while hanging off her neck, giving a good mirrored representation of herself. her voice had once more returned to being monotone, bored in few words while giving another tug to the chain and giving the pendants, that dangled close to her cleavage, a glance. the jewelry was a gift from her sister, and she had no idea why she had chosen to wear it out. the green clashed which was a good start for aria but the actual desire to wear it was decreasing. she played with it for a moment before allowing it to drop once more, drawing eyes to the dip in her shirt and then glanced to him as he spoke. rolling her eyes, she chuckled dryly, ”sounds mental.”[/i] before a sly smirk started to come to her lips, ”lying in the street is kind of stupid, but dangerous….”[/i] she paused before giving a lick to her lips, ”i don’t mind danger..”[/i].

the question that he had asked had no real answer, it was nothing that she had actually come to terms with yet because her own twited mind was not computing the correct answer to give him. her eyes locked onto his, her facial expression unchanging as the look grew distant for seconds, maybe close to a minute before she shrugged, ”guess…”[/i] and this was purely a guess, ”you seemed as fucked up as me.”[/i] and the comparison was there but hers was not there verbally as his way. he appeared normal until he opened his mouth but aria had taken enough moments of silence to watch people, observe them, and she was able to be a rather good judge of character and with his egotistical smirks and the letterman jacket alone, she was able to deduce that he was a bit of a trouble maker. ”don’t read too much into it.”[/i] she muttered before turning to walk from the path to the grass, seating herself and looking over to him as though he was being rude once more, her eyes darkening and blending into the night atmosphere, ”going to sit?”[/i] she asked, patting the empty spot that was beside her, one hand reaching for the buttons of her jacket, sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it behind her in the direction of her artwork.[/div][/center]

(FINN//JULES, 943 , CLICK, SHE FINALLY MADE UP HER MIND..)