LemonMeringoo

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    Now dressed Ryver decides to head to the hospital, as she opens her apartment door Pams kitten dart past her. Startled a little her attention is drawn by the sound of someone on the fire escape. She goes to her window and gasps "Jason?" She raises an eyebrow. 

    She grabs an old baseball hat and leaves her apartment, deciding to tag along behind, as the pair enter the liquor store she sighs.

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    Ryver declines the offer and suggests cleaning herself up and heading to the hospital later when Jason has picked up a little.

    "I just found him at the bottom step, he lives in my building that's about all I know i'm afraid"

    She heads back over to Kevin, gives him the location of her car and the keys. "If you drive it back here later I'll take you back to your car, or vice versa-Sorry about this"

    Heading back inside the apartment she removes her clothes with finger tips, jumps in the shower and gives thought to Jason and promising to him in her head that when she is DA it won't happen.

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    Ryver hushed Jason. "Save your strength, the ambulance will be here soon"

    Within moments of that sentence being uttered, the ambulance pulled up and the paramedics charged in, everything happened so quickly, there were needles and airways, oxygen and blood pressure monitors, it was like a scene from a hospital drama but played out right in front of her eyes. In a haze she acknowledged one of the paramedics.

    "If you hadn't of been here miss, he would have had much less of a chance of surviving this-today you are a hero" he said.

    Watching Jasons limp body convulse and drain of life-she didn't feel much of a hero, she felt helpless. She saw her fathers lifeless body all over again, her eyes welled up. She had so much love for human life she punished herself to watch this through.

    Once the paramedics had stabilised Jason then began putting him on the stretcher. Ryver clasped his clammy palm "I'll be right behind you"

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    On ‎08‎/‎02‎/‎2017 at 7:03 AM, Cornholio said:

    After what felt like hours for Jason he stood up and grabbed his guitar by the neck. He swung it against the wall, emitting a loud screeching noise. He does this until his guitar is completely torn apart. Out of breath Jason takes out a baggie of heroin and injects into his arm. 

    "Fuck this, I'm going out."

    As Jason walks out the door he starts stumbling. He grabs the wall for balance and vomits on the floor before tumbling down the stairs into the lobby. 

    As Ryver waited for kevin to set off, she saw a reflection of something odd on the stairs of the apartment building. Squinting her eyes she exclaimed "OMG!" jumping out of the car and as best she could in such a fitted dress hastily make her way back into the apartment building. Crouching on the step next to Jason she hauled him as best she could over the edge to allow any vomit trail away she spoke in a level raised tone

    "Jason...Jason can you hear me? It's Ryver" She had been in this position many times before with her family, she called for an ambulance and sat close to him to keep him warm, she beared no mind to the vomit on her dress, texting her boss to tell him what was happening and that she would not be in work.. she thought about all the occasions she had text him due to charitable deeds she had gotten herself into.. she couldn't recall ever actually being ill as a reason to 'call in sick'

    She stroked Jasons head, talking to him all the time:

    "You'll be alright honey, the ambulance is coming" in her soothing southern accent.

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    4 hours ago, Cornholio said:

    Best guitarist by far. Who wouldn't want the fingers of a god.

    Known for impactful lyrics or amazing guitar licks

    Hmmm.. I'm going to say impactful lyrics only for standing the test of time, people put lyrics on their skin, you can't hardly tattoo a lick, I mean you can scribe the sheet music but it doesn't provoke the same feeling as words.

    Poet or Prophet?

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    7 hours ago, Cornholio said:

    WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!

    Okay... CKY because it's CKY

    Backyard Punk Concerts or a Sold out Arena?

    Because I'm truly evil hahaha.

    Backyard Punk obvs by the time anyone is playing an arena they are too commercialised.

    best singer to have ever lived or best guiatariest " "

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    As Kevin pulls up outside Ryver replaces her post in her mail box, her head up high she strides out of the double doors the morning sun hot on her skin.

    Her curls bounce as she steps down to his car. She gives a small wave of acknowledgement and walks round to the passenger side. She turns to Kevin

    "thanks for helping out!"

    buckling herself in her head dipped and close to Kevins her hair smells of cocoa butter. She takes a chopstick from her purse 'toffee Apple and cinnamon' and applies it.

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    Ryver lifted a brow-she wasn't convinced. But got the impression the girl had a lot more on her plate than addiction, and for now at least, had a roof over her head, so didn't wish to pry much further than that. As the girl walked past her Ryver followed her with her eyes. Taking a piece of junk mail from her own pile, and being the queen of stationery, took a pen from her handbag, scrawling "Catch up with you later" and shoving it into Pam's mailbox.

     

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    Ryver briefly glances at her mail, mostly subscriptions and adverts, with one or 2 bills-Ryver had a good job, with good prospects and very little money worries-she isn't even sure how she got here.

    Dancing from foot to foot as even now, high heels aren't comfortable. She acknowledges the other tenants in the building. And pays the trash hitting her foot no mind. Pricking her ears at the conversation about cars..

    "Kevin!.. right? I wonder if you could help me out, I have a heap of crap...that let me down yesterday, and If it hasn't been towed is still down at the coffee shop in town!" Ryver wasn't one to avoid capitalising on helpful coincidence.

    Hearing the conversation between Pam and Jason she chimed with a semi-serious smile

    "I hope you two aren't soliciting drugs on my porch, I am your future DA"

    Her attention turned back to Kevin

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    2 hours ago, Dekan said:

    Kevin puts out the remains of his cigarette on the ashtray right outside of the door of the pub and heads in, taking a seat at the bar. He orders a beer and some food, and starts to watch the hockey game playing on the tv behind the bar. After finishing his food, Kevin stays a bit longer, talking to some of the other customers while watching the game and drinking a few more beers. Once the game finishes, Kevin pays the bartender before heading back outside. He briefly considers driving home as it is only a few blocks and the sidewalk is still soaking wet from the downpour that had only just recently stopped. Shaking the thought out of his mind Kevin begins the short walk home.

    As he draws closer to his apartment building he notices the flickering orange light of a fire on his neighbors terrace. He quickly jogs across the street and enters the building, heading up to his apartment. Once inside he takes off his shoes near the door and tosses his coat over the back of his couch before jumping over the back himself. He puts on some music at a level that he hopes isn't loud enough for his neighbors to hear and just sits back with his eyes closed getting lost in the music.

    *7:00am the next morning*

    Ryver stirs into life with the aid of her alarm, grimacing at the sounds like some kind of aversion therapy.

    completing her morning tasks in quick succession; shower, coffee, brush teeth, dry hair, put on adult clothes. Sometimes she felt the list of activities on a morning was endless especially for some just creeping out of slumber.

    Ryver was wearing a summery off dress today, more flaired and loose fitting than her usual workwear-she wasn't due in court today and if her childhood taught her anything it's that storms mean clear skies.

    She casually headed downstairs to the lobby to check her post that she chose to peruse over at that point as she never saw much sense in dragging junk mail up to her apartment only too dispose of it.

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    7 hours ago, GeneSmith said:

    "I didn't plan on it."

    He looks at her and smiles. 

    "I thought I'd stay a bit longer.. If that's alright."

    Gene looks at her with a questioned look

    Ryver looks at her watch and decides to fight her poor judgement this time, she wants to be DA one day and regardless of her feelings right now she cannot damage that.

    "I'm sorry Gene, it's been lovely truly but I have an early start tomorrow and I really must get going to bed"

    she escorts Gene to her apartment door and give him a peck on the cheek.

    "good night Gene, speak soon"

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    Not being the greatest at reading signals, Ryver decides to back off a little.

    "It's late, you'll probably want to head off soon, right?" she asked it, but hoped her would stay forever.

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    "I'd rather show you what I wished for..."

    She sits up to face Gene, kneeled like a Geisha, hands clasped in her lap, she edges in close, eye's half closed lips just ever so slightly puckered but not so much to be embarrassing if she was to be rejected at this point. Gene would be able to feel her breath on his lips, her lip balm smelt like toffee apple and cinnamon.

     

     

  21. Posted

    Ryver looked up at Gene, her green eyes dance with oranges from the fire, mimicking the scene of a dawn sun breaking through the forest. Glossed over with dreamy euphoria, she purposefully blinks, screwing her nose up slightly, with a slow nod.

    "There, all done... what did you wish for?" Ryvers child like curiosity never did quite leave her.

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    She smiles at his choice as the vinyl clicks into place for a few seconds 'Love me Tender' begins to play, that see's goosebumps race all over Ryver's body, notably on her arms. She is charmed by Gene's donation of his jacket.

    "Shall we make a move outside?"

    She grabs the tray with the coffee, as Gene's jacket slips away tugged lightly at her cardigan, revealing a bird wing like collar bone, delicate and prominent. Ryver oozed grace and her physical attributes mirrored her perfectly. She escorts Gene outside onto the terrace where the fire's light laps at the sofa and soft furnishings. You'd be forgiven for believing it was the middle of the day the embers illuminated the area so well.

    But the fire soon died down and gently crackled, spitting occasionally, but giving enough heat to be comfortable. Ryver spoke to Gene for what felt like hours, til her eyes felt heavy, she'd began to rest her head on his chest whilst discussing the stars.

    "Did you see that! a shooting star, quick Gene make a wish!"

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    Ryver leaves briefly to set up the terrace, accessed through sliding doors in her bedroom, not only to set the fire pit up but to lay out an array of fur, sheepskin and woollen blankets. With the intentions of making it cosy. Coming back in, shivering slightly, she sits down with Gene following suit shortly after, she turns into him, her knee touching his.

    "I suppose you could call them family heirlooms, we didn't have a lot growing up, but we always enjoyed music. We would spend out last few dollars on flea market vinyls. Chose anything you like, I've got the sound system rigged up to play on the terrace, so maybe something easy listening as to not disturb the neighbours"

    Her nostrils filled with the smell of his cologne, inside it was driving her wild..to be truthful, she wasn't hiding it very well on the outside either.

     

  24. Posted

    Ryver nods agreeable to his take on the situation.

    "Don't get me wrong today has been hectic to say the least, but I've slept it off and I suppose I did offer to show you my vinyls" she pauses briefly for comedic affect, before pointing to her record collection.

    She assembles her coffee intricately, choosing the smallest sugar cube to hand and adding enough milk to make it questionable that there was even coffee in the cup.

    "It looks to be clearing outside, shall I put the fire pit on, on the terrace and we can watch the stars?"

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    "yeah..it's a nice little place...I only rent, the neighbours aren't too much of a..." She continues rambling hastily about nothing all that important, intermittently looking at Gene, when he wasn't looking at her as she made the coffee in the little nook of a kitchen. She wraps up her monologue by asking,

    "So.. twice in one day? to what do I owe the pleasure?"

    She brings over the coffee on a tray, with sugar lumps and milk and sets it down on the coffee table. Wrapping her cardigan around her like a kimono and perching close enough to Gene, the open window carrying the scent on her perfume in his direction.