LIGHT MY FUSE,

[PANDORA LYNDSY HRIST]

her black bag filled with every clothing item that she possessed, as it was the only materialistic thing that she had only allowed herself to keep in her possession. she had casually lounged in lace-trimming on her matching underwear, as it was mostly her casual well in her ever-so-humble hotel room. she had only been in the city for a handful of days, often finding herself lost and having to wonder until she found a familiar sign. there were times where she thought that she should upgrate her phone to a smart phone, but she was on a fix set of assets and only needed to purchase the necessities. plus, she didn't want to give big indicators to her nightmare, the one that she was so desperately fleeing from once he reached the ending of his sentence. she pushed herself of the bed, while nibbling her bottom lip and figuring that she should figure out what the night life is like while she has the time to enjoy the city..before turning into a panic, young woman running away from her fears.  a pair of shorts slipped over her curves, she presented itself through the jean fabric wrapped around her delectable curves.a band shirt slipped over her head, and she pushed it down over her bust and down her toned stomach. there was no excuse for her to be out of shape, considering the amount of miles that she found herself walking in a single day. it was just that she felt like she put some independence in her life, when she relayed on the only transportation system that she could freely afford. she walked over to the bathroom and fixed her make up, once her lips were touched up to match her firey red personality. lightly nibbling her lip, she quickly picked up some of the things that she would need and shoved them in her pants pockets, but putting some of her money in the bottom of her shoe and in her sock. she had the lack of trust in strangers down to a pin point. she spent time wondering around the city, before she found herself leaning against a wall to a local coffee shop. her lips wrapped around the straw that was poking out a long island ice tea. she slid down the wall to give her feet some time to rest, she pull out her pack of cigarettes from her back pocket before putting her weight down on her rear end. she pulled one out and placed it between her lips, after setting down her drink beside her and shuffled around some things to pull out her lighter, after a couple of tries, she rolled her eyes and threw against the nearby wall, "fuck." she commented, with her voice filled with annoyance. pulling out the cigarette from her lips, keeping it between her middle and index finger and let out a low sigh, and she was almost positive that the convenient stores were too far away or closed, it sounded like that was ranged in her current form of luck.

tagg: toxxic merry w/ jimmy ✖ words: lots ✖ notes: xoxo dysfuctional begins

[JAMES OLIVER WRIGHT]

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another day was coming to a close as the garage doors were pulled down and locked and the tools were put away. washing his hands in the sink in the bathroom, jimmy eyed himself in the mirror. a few spots of smudged grease stained his skin, his eyeliner looked the same basic way it had from that morning, and his hair was still spiked as usual. he was glad to have a job he enjoyed that didn't restrict him from looking the way he and his coworkers did. sure, they weren't making the big bucks they would if they were more normal and had followed the lifestyle they were "supposed" to, but they were relatively happy. at least, jimmy was. after shaking his hands dry, he walked out of the room and grabbed his belongings before heading out to his baby. the 1967 mustang coup was in dire need of a sanding and a new paint job, and some newer parts would probably do it some good, but it was the young man's pride and joy. he had worked his ass off for it and still continued to do so. that car had been more reliable to him than anyone or anything else. the engine purred to life when he turned the key in the ignition and it brought a smile to his face. pushing in a sex pistols cassette tape, he started his drive away from the garage.

his phone trilled on as he tried calling his best friend to see what he was up to, which meant one of several things... all of which suggested jimmy should stay out a bit longer. with a sigh, he decided to just try to enjoy the time he had to himself and found a parking lot that didn't require a ridiculous fee. his worn out chuck taylors were in need of replacement, but he didn't want to waste the funds. what was worthy of wasting his funds? well, what he was heading for. alcohol. the boy had good taste in alcohol, but the good stuff was too rich for his blood and he was often left with an option others would typically deem a bit undesirable. he walked out of the liquor store with the box of his usual pabst blue ribbon under his arm. knowing he wasn't in a hurry, he stopped and set the box down to pull out his cigarettes and lighter. might as well wait for tunny to call him back and be the sign of safety to come home, right? he leaned back and light the cigarette just as a pretty stunning girl walked up and leaned against the wall not too far from himself. she pulled out her own pack of cigarettes and dug around for what he assumed was a lighter. after a couple minutes, and her seeming annoyed enough for him to know that object wasn't currently in her possession, he walked over and held his out to her, "need a light?"

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tagg: marie w/ pandora ✖ words: so many ✖ notes: xoxo

[PANDORA LYNDSY HRIST]

pandora wasn't used to a simple act of kindness, especially since she started drifting across the country without being in one spot long enough to actually learn names with faces. she doesn't out-right introduce herself to anyone, unless they go ahead and do it first, out of common courtesy. bonds were normally deemed broken and unneccesary, considering the fact that she was always on the run. secretly deepend down, she hoped that one day she'd find someone that was willing to protect her, from a man that she was desprately trying to avoid running into. being a nomad had it's perks of being able to see the world, although, she never fully enjoyed herself because people tended to be dull and not want to go on wild adventures with her. no former bonds for her required her to be heavily guarded, and question everything about someone's motives. it wouldn't have been too terrible wild of a guest, for her to grow weary of a random stranger aiding in her needs or wants. an attractive man gained her attention with his comment, and tilted her head for a brief moment, then a smirk placed on her lips while her eyes gathered that she wouldn't mind having her legs wrapped around him. "yeah, uh.. thanks." she responded, while she lifted her hand from her side and gently took the lighter that was once in his possession. one quick movement had caused her to light her targe, and she handed it back, after she had observed the art style on it. "i had once was given a lighter that had dtf on it, it's refreshing when someone doesn't just want to get inside my pants." she commented, with a smirk and blew out smoke into the air. there was a lot about her that these people have yet to learn, and the fact that she would rather be next to naked in her place of stay would tell a lot about her. there was also the fact that she had started keeping her head unnatural shade of red, and tended to think that it had to how fierce she can be. "as a civilian, i'm sure you could be able to point me towards some decent places to have some fun, and if not, i could always use the wondering around which normally results in me getting lost." she commented, to get a conversation going. she was kindof rambling about on the subject matter, and was unsure with how people around here talked to each other. she came from a southern type of city, in her home town that was on the breach of becoming a northern city.

tagg: toxxic merry w/ jimmy ✖ words: lots ✖ notes: miss you