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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 4:42 pm
 _________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ So he was inside now... Blaire let the door close behind her as she turned to look where Keith had headed to. He hadn't gone far, just into the hallway, enough to get a quick view around the house. Conor? The heck if she knew! She had been trying to figure that out these last days to still be in the dark. Honestly, she was really worried... He wasn't exactly in the best state the last time she saw him. "Uh... I can't. He was here... but he left. I haven't seen him in a few days" responded the girl stepping away from the door, frowning slightly at the b***h comment. Conor was like that, but she still didn't like it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 5:03 pm
Keith turned abruptly when Blair's spoke, his left eye twitching. Had she really just said... "Well, where the <********> is he?" He had raised his voice there a little. He didn't have time to play games with that b***h. She could just give him a straight answer, he would know were Conor was and everything would be okay and he could leave them be for the rest of the year. It's not because he still cared about the boy that he would try to become friend with him again or something. No, Conor had to do that by himself if he wanted Keith as a friend, not the other way around. Not after what he had done. He walked a bit through the house, moving into the kitchen. He didn't trust her to tell him the truth. With all odds, the boy was just there eating a sandwich or somethign and she was lying to keep them appart. ******** bitches did stuff like that.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 5:31 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire had jumped slightly at Keith's reaction. What? He... a little scary like that. Now that she looked at him. It took her a second to answer though. "... I-I don't know" she answered right before he left her with the words in her mouth as he headed into the kitchen. Damn it... The girl kept that frown, moving to the kitchen's entrance to find Keith. "He's not here... I don't know where he is" repeated Blaire, hoping maybe this time he'd get it. He was making her tense, blame his frantic searching but it was really unsettling her. Adding the fact that she was alone in the house, it didn't really help.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 5:46 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:03 am
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Tense was probably a subtle thing to say. Stiff scared was most likely better. If he had only yelled, she probably would've only yelled back. However that conveniently placed flower vase, damn her mother for deciding on that decor last time she was there, had her internal alarms going haywire. Her first instinct was to flinch and duck, but she had barely moved an inch when the vase zoomed past her and crashed at the wall behind her. Once she was sure the vase was completely splattered behind her, Blaire thought to listen to the deranged boy. Hey! Damn it this was just like her fight with Conor! Did they have to bring up the fact they were sleeping together? Was that the only thing they cared about? "We had a fight!" slightly snapped the girl, if only to make sure he heard her. "He... didn't come back... Said he was going to fix it." That last part was softer, trying to explain in a way, or possible fading completely as fear was beginning to take over. He was pissed... Blaire swallowed slightly, taking a step or two away from him, slipping past the vase and inching closer to the wall.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:19 am
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 12:20 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire was pretty much shrinking in her place even more with each second that she was in the room. What was he talking about anyways? It wasn't her fault! He was high and she didn't want to do it...so she... kicked him out... But he could've come back! And he did... to say he was leaving... Ah crap. That little realization didn't sit well with Blaire, who was gulping at the idea and letting her gaze drift to the side. Then he talked... loudly too, and her eyes shifted back in his direction only to get another yell. He was rummaging the paper and-Uh oh. Blaire tried to scurry out of the way just milliseconds before he grabbed her neck and the moment her eyes caught a glimpse of the table, a shriek came from her out of instinct, only to be silenced by the slam. That ******** hurt. She was clenching her teeth and keeping her eyes closed shut. Luckily he wasn't looking at her directly, also possibly ignoring those quickened breaths and clear panicked expression in her. Relief was short of what the girl felt when Keith released her. She straightened herself slowly, making sure he was away before her panicked breathing took over, along with panicking completely, which led to panicked tears. Silent, or at least very quiet. There was the newspaper... just what was he going on about? Boat crash... and? She didn't see anything about Conor... Of course she didn't know about his fake identity, which kept her confused. Later on she'd probably feel bad about all the people dead but yeah... The newspaper was dropped back onto the table and she glanced over to her kitchen, watching Keith move around. Now THIS was probably a bad idea... "What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, a little bit to loud holding back a hiccup, looking back at the newspaper, and moving a hand to the spot where she hit the table. This didn't make any sense...
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 12:37 pm
Then, it hit him. He stopped walking and his hand slowly let go of his head as his eyes drifted toward Blair, staring at her for a moment. The corner of his lips were starting to twitch. Was it... a laugh? Yes, it was the beginning of one. "Hehe... Oh, I see... hehe.... You didn't even know about that, didn't you? Hehehehehe. Oh ********, this is priceless." He laugh some more, this time, however, it was a full laugh, not just a small twitch. "You had no idea that his fake name was Josha, didn't you? He never told you? Or did he and you didn't bother listening? Yeah, he didn't love you. He never did. Why else wouldn't he trust you enough to not even tell you that? Heheheheheeh. He just wanted to ******** you. You were just... AN EASY LAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA" Oh, that was priceless! Conor had left him for a simply whore? Not even someone he cared about? Then... then it meant that he didn't use Keith as a replacement. He didn't care about Blair either after all. She... she had seduced him. He hadn't wanted to leave Keith. No, it was all Blair's fault. She was the guilty party! She had always been! Her fault. All her fault.
As that realization hit him, he started to laugh even more and more. Oh, that was just perfect! Conor had still been with him! Sure, he had let him go, but it was because of Blair! He hadn't wanted to do that! Sometime inbetween laughters, Keith had mad his way closer to Blair, laughing louder and louder as he had gotten himself closer. He yelled before his fist came in contact with her face.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 1:23 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire jumped in her place at Keith's sudden burst. She had opened her mouth a bit to say something before he was in front of her. Her head jerked to the side, that area of her face stinging instantly in reaction to the slap. As if that wasn't enough she was flinched when the paper was in herself, whether, it was to his action or his yelling it wasn't sure. By now she was shaking, and she swallowed nervously before he pushed her away, stumbling until she hit the hallway's wall. At least it wasn't some sort of balance. She could feel her breath quickening even more, the urge to cry and hide was growing stronger, but fear planted her in her face. Then he laughed... and... He was mad. Blaire's eyes widened in horror, listening somewhat when he raised his voice, fear distracting her too much. Wait... his fake name was-What? That name was in the-Those words circled her mind as it all seemed to hit. Oh God. He was... he was dead. As if realizing that wasn't enough the other words hit her too. But it was pretty quick, only while Keith was laughing like a madman. Pretty soon she came to realize he was coming closer to her. "K-Keith... no..." It was barely above a whisper as he got even closer. A sharp gasp came from her when he stopped, her breath hitching in her throat, and her eyes widening once more. Those seconds were unbearable, but she'd have a new feeling taking over. Pain. Blaire stumbled to the side, doubling in pain or fear, both for all she knew. The taste of copper in her mouth was none too pleasant, the stinging pain took over quick enough, and so did the instinctive reaction to raise a hand to her face and another as if that arm would shield her from the madman in front of her. Like the prey she was right now, a clear whimper could be heard, tears streaming down her face, purely out panic and fear. Why did she have to be alone right now?
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 1:40 pm
Keith grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away, letting her fall on the ground with the knife still inside her. There, he was done with that ******** b***h. But what was he to do now? What about Conor? How was he suppose to live without him? And Clark? Could Clark help him? And Bela? Conor? No,no, he needed Conor. Maybe he could get his body.That would be better than nothing. Had they found it? What was he supose to do? Tears had started to run down his eyes now that he had accepted the fact that Conor was dead. Yes, the boy was dead and Blair had been the one to Kill him. ******** whore. He would destroy her! Wait.. he had already.. then.. ********! He threw one of the kitchen chair on the groudn, then and other, and another, then the ******** table. He procced to go in the cupboard and threw everything that was in it everywhere. Plates, glasses, forks, knives, food, anythign! He had to destroy everything that had even been Blair. He had to do it. If he didn't do it, that meant he was forgiving her for Killing Conor... COnor. ********, he was dead. No. Yes. No. Arg. Whore. He grabbed his head inbetween his hands and let out a loud scream. ******** them all! ******** them. ******** Blair, Clark, Conor, ******** himself!
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:06 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire only wanted Keith to step away and leave. Just leave. To leave so she could go crawl somewhere and cry. Conor was dead, and she didn't need Keith there to remind her. She was crying anyways, more and more with Keith forcing her up. It silenced completely, causing a small choking sound from the girl when he pushed her to the wall, diminishing her breathing air. If she wasn't being strangled she might've tried to debate that. Go on and on that it wasn't her fault. That she didn't want to ruin anything. That she had searched around the island, Lucas dragging her back home every time he caught her until she finally gave up and sulked her in her home. But none of that would've mattered. Not to Keith at least. Fear had immobilized the girl, at least until she was lacking air completely. She tried to fight, but that only made her loose air quicker. And now it was getting harder to keep focus on anything. With the air diminishing almost completely, Keith's face was blurring slightly in front of her, and had he kept it longer she probably would've been out. Until she felt a pressure to her stomach, somehow she managed a sharp gasp, feeling as if that air leaving her was her last. Her body went into shock, and it stayed that way as Keith pushed her away, falling almost lifelessly onto the floor. Time passed ever so slowly for the girl, contradicting time, sound on the other hand quickly was unknown to her. It was a daze... Keith destroying everything in sight came to her in slow motion, soundless... Then it hit her. That throbbing pain quickly began to settle in her stomach, all round the blade still inside her. Her breathing began to quicken once more, having slowed in that state of shock. Pain was settling everywhere, quickly overtaking any sense of rationality or basically anything. It hurt. A shitload. Panic set in again, and the girl looked around frantically for any help, only to pass a glimpse of Keith destroying and stopping to scream. Around that time was when the pain was becoming unbearable and her face twisted in pain, her voice deciding to silence at this time. Blaire swallowed as she forced herself to move. It was then that she would her body shaking and trembling, reacting to that object stuck in her, and realizing the damage done. She would forget Keith was there, as she focused on moving, not even focusing, acting on flight instincts. She needed to get out here. Now. No one was here. She was alone. That was the last rational thing she though, as she stumbled and struggled to stagger out of the hallway and into the main door. Her body grabbed onto the frame for a moment, the pain catching up as the adrenaline overtook. Her tears never stopped and later on she'd think and she'd know this was exactly what Lucas tried to protect her from. It was too late... but she wasn't giving up just yet. She was trying to make her way out... somewhere to someone who would help her. Luckily, she wasn't the only house out here.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:49 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:05 pm
  __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Rachel Fate & Sophia Fate - __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ -Less than an hour later-
Rachel had received the call from the Murrow's, the Vatonage's neighbors about, well basically all hell breaking loose. She had gotten back from patrol when they got the call. On the way over the blond couldn't help but let a few memories bug her. Firstly, she remembered the Vatonage name. The police officer before her worked a pretty big case concerning another one. She didn't know much, and honestly didn't bother to check the files while she settled in, eventually forgetting the mention until now. Then was the unsettling mention of a stabbing. Rachel took a deep breath as she looked at the Vatonage household. The girl was already at the clinic, getting patched up, hopefully. They had gotten to her on time, now it was out of their hands. She however did have a home to investigate, and it had taken a backseat when the girl's friend came over in a panic to hear she was at the clinic. The door was almost opened, some blood smearing at the frame, then the trail leading to the hallway where there was the clear sign of where it happened. Rachel's hands were kept firmly on the gun she had drawn as she stepped inside cautiously. Sophia was right besides her, glancing and sniffing everywhere. The silence was eerie, but seeing the house in the trashed state it was in wasn't helping either. That moment was broken soon enough as the blond made her way to the hallway, stopping at the dining room's connection to the kitchen. That's where the blood stopped, or started, and the area that was most destroyed. She lowered her gun for a moment, until her eye caught sight of a body on the ground and she raised it back up, only to lower it once more. It was Keith, unconscious, and on the floor. Rachel neared him carefully, making sure he was completely out of it before giving a call to the station about finding the aggressor. It didn't really take a genius to figure this out, and before the girl blacked out she mentioned he had gone to the house. He wasn't specific, but he was the only one here. Rachel took a quick search around the house before returning to the boy and sighing. What she would do for a cop car right now... to just shove him in there, but now, she had to take the boy to be checked out.
-End Day/Dragging Keith to Clinic-
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 3:51 pm
He snorted at himself, but the action didn't take away the twisting of his stomach or the hard thud of his heart as anxiety played within him. Not like some silly butterfly sensation he had heard thrown about at the pawn shop – more like a goddamned drunken crow was squirming inside him. But, that could have just been him being.. well, him. Everything had to be thrice it's usual gusto when it came to him. Maybe it was just the effect he had on people? Who the ******** would know? He frowned at himself and rounded the house, looking through windows for – ah. There she was. Blaire. In her own room like she should be.. He craned his head, pressing his face against the glass as he tried to get a better look at the sleeping girl, but the blankets blocked his vision if it wasn't for the angle. He was going to tap on the glass, alert her to his presence, but – he couldn't disturb her like that. It would just scare the s**t out of her if she saw some guy pressing himself to her window. So, instead, he gripped the edge of the glass and tugged at it, a squeak and slight shift in temperature told him that, yes, it was unlocked. She hadn't started doing that yet. He slowly opened it, as if doing so at such a pace would prevent the creaking sounds the window emitted. Oh, well, they weren't loud enough to really wake the girl, but.. he was just holding it off, okay? That weight in his pocket grew heavier with each movement and a little nagging voice told him on repeat about how stupid this was. How he should be back there and not here. He wasn't ready.
..But, she smelled so nice. His pulse sped up with the scent when he entered the room, disliking how he must have smelled after that boat ride – salt, dirt, sweat.. It was disgusting when compared to the freshness of the room and he felt out of place, to say the least. But, though he was twice as bad now that he was here, some other fretful part of him was soothed and it kept him from running off. He didn't want to leave again when, ********, he had been so.. alone out there. He was too used to having someone going through everything with him and although he had told himself so many times that he was always 'alone', that nothing changed when he left, it did. But, he couldn't go back on it now. He just had to make sure that nothing would happen this time and, ready or not, he was ******** doing it. He tiptoed around the bed, making it to the side that Blaire was curled up on and knelt beside it. A hand went into his pocket to feel the crinkled box there before he pulled it back out and pushed the girl's shoulder with it, “..Hey, Blaire?” Conor called to Blaire, frankly surprised that his voice hadn't cracked at the name.
((Oh, you all saw this coming. ;'o))
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:38 pm
 _________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Life had been somewhat calm these last weeks. Unfortunately her sleep wouldn't be. Those medications she was still taking made her a pretty heavy sleeper, even more so than before. Add the time, and the intruder's unintentional silence, it was no wonder she hadn't realized she had someone there.
A minimal shoved made the girl stir in her position, moving the covers over her just a bit. That sleep was further more interrupted by the voice. Her eyes opened ever so lazily, barely focusing at all. It was dark anyways. "Hm?" mumbled Blaire, getting a hand out of the warmth of the covers to push back whatever poked her, only to stop at a wrist. Who was there? "Oh... Conor" said the white haired girl sleepily. She smiled slightly before something sunk in. "...C.o..." That was when her sight really focused and saw the blond male in front of her. He wasn't there, right? No. He couldn't be. Unfortunately that smart thinking didn't come to her as her eyes widened and she jumped a decent distance from her original spot to the end of the bed, almost falling over, with a decent squeak. "Y-Y-You-C-Co-I-" her voice was caught off right there for a moment as she stared at the boy for a good moment. "You're... You're dead..." finally managed Blaire, shaking her head, not able to hold back those tears and that odd feeling in her throat that told her she'd be crying soon enough.
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