Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 0:57:54 GMT -5
metric-arts.boards.net/thread/177/vyxen-siren-haunt-daemon-jackals
metric-arts.boards.net/thread/178/vyxieanna-melody-haunt
She looked out the window, apparently annoyed and quite bored as she watched the backpacks being dropped onto the ground by two males as they pulled them out of the car. She was far from accepting the idea that she was stuck sharing a house with her twin, let alone his little 'toy' that must be a family disgrace since he was held back yet another year. She didn't know him too well, despite the fact he had attended a year earlier than herself. He was never really home, but she knew that the two little brats had found each other again, which meant either both boys would be out of the house a great majority of the time, which she was praying for, or they'd stay home. Lately, she felt no desire to be social, perhaps because of her annoyed mood that had taken place for nearly a week now. It kept growing to this point, to where she watched every move the two boys made, most of it sickening in her opinion and she felt pretty close to throwing up. Finally, as some of the bags were tossed in through the door, she looked away and hoped that Shyanne, a girl she also hasn't really seen much, but at least she seemed to share the thought of gay people being psycho and ruined people. She tapped her long nails onto the table, just waiting for remarks to sicken her as the two boys were moving closer to where they could settle into the house a little. The mere idea of dealing with them was making her quite sick, so she immediately moved to the living room instead of staying in the kitchen.
"Aww, she's fleeing." That comment dug under her skin, especially since it was actually Daemon saying it instead of her twin, the one family member she wanted completely erased.
"Yeah, just like fleeing from the past like she always does." Her twin's comment made her turn around, storm right up to him with her eyes narrowed.
"What did you just say?!"
"You are /denying/ the past, so you're running away from it, just like the little lesbian coward-" Vyx couldn't even get the remark finished before nails and palm hit the side of his face, leaving quite the red mark as she walked back to the living room, absolutely livid that he had the /guts/ and complete rude nature to say those words, and usually she would have slapped him twice, but Daemon was glaring at her, daring her silently to fall into the gang trap that always happened when her brother was involved. She scoffed as she got herself comfy on the couch, her skirt placed to where nothing inappropriate would show, as the two would easily make disgusting comments about it. She was looking hot for the OTHER men, the ones that actually lived instead of creating a self ruining image. Her bible was close to her, which the boys were remarking quietly, laughing afterwards. They made her anger boil, and it was becoming obvious that she wished murder was legal when it came to gay men.
metric-arts.boards.net/thread/178/vyxieanna-melody-haunt
She looked out the window, apparently annoyed and quite bored as she watched the backpacks being dropped onto the ground by two males as they pulled them out of the car. She was far from accepting the idea that she was stuck sharing a house with her twin, let alone his little 'toy' that must be a family disgrace since he was held back yet another year. She didn't know him too well, despite the fact he had attended a year earlier than herself. He was never really home, but she knew that the two little brats had found each other again, which meant either both boys would be out of the house a great majority of the time, which she was praying for, or they'd stay home. Lately, she felt no desire to be social, perhaps because of her annoyed mood that had taken place for nearly a week now. It kept growing to this point, to where she watched every move the two boys made, most of it sickening in her opinion and she felt pretty close to throwing up. Finally, as some of the bags were tossed in through the door, she looked away and hoped that Shyanne, a girl she also hasn't really seen much, but at least she seemed to share the thought of gay people being psycho and ruined people. She tapped her long nails onto the table, just waiting for remarks to sicken her as the two boys were moving closer to where they could settle into the house a little. The mere idea of dealing with them was making her quite sick, so she immediately moved to the living room instead of staying in the kitchen.
"Aww, she's fleeing." That comment dug under her skin, especially since it was actually Daemon saying it instead of her twin, the one family member she wanted completely erased.
"Yeah, just like fleeing from the past like she always does." Her twin's comment made her turn around, storm right up to him with her eyes narrowed.
"What did you just say?!"
"You are /denying/ the past, so you're running away from it, just like the little lesbian coward-" Vyx couldn't even get the remark finished before nails and palm hit the side of his face, leaving quite the red mark as she walked back to the living room, absolutely livid that he had the /guts/ and complete rude nature to say those words, and usually she would have slapped him twice, but Daemon was glaring at her, daring her silently to fall into the gang trap that always happened when her brother was involved. She scoffed as she got herself comfy on the couch, her skirt placed to where nothing inappropriate would show, as the two would easily make disgusting comments about it. She was looking hot for the OTHER men, the ones that actually lived instead of creating a self ruining image. Her bible was close to her, which the boys were remarking quietly, laughing afterwards. They made her anger boil, and it was becoming obvious that she wished murder was legal when it came to gay men.
