BRUISED

[castor endymion ghirlandaio]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: alexa~[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 734 [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: trololol >.>[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: i made it so that they could know each other from before, if something's not ok let me know and i'll change it ^^[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://ed-westwickfan.com/icons/categories/Donated/22301297578424574551_thumb.png); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] Flawless… how in the mighty world did Castor managed to look flawless day after day? It had to do a lot with his daily morning routine of course. Castor did the same things every morning; the same things in the same order and in the same amount of time. It didn’t matter if he spent the night at his apartment, trying to ignore his brother’s late night concerts or if he was sleeping at Tommy’s trying to ignore the awkward feeling of sleeping at someone else’s bed. It didn’t matter, every morning Castor woke up, rubbed his eyes, placed both feet on the floor, proceeded to the bathroom to wash his face and teeth before taking a shower. Picking clothes and getting dressed also formed part of the daily ritual, and the result was always the same: a perfect looking gentleman staring back at him in the mirror. Always, flawless, always perfect. It was incredibly amazing then, that Castor managed to look flawless despite the fact that he was suffering from what he had already deemed the worst hangover in his entire life. It started on Friday in the afternoon when his brother insisted they celebrated a little. What did he want to celebrate for? Castor would never know but for the sake of shutting his mouth he agreed. Around one in the morning he was already drunk enough to send a variety of drunken texts at Tommy, who decided to join in the party. Forty eight hours later they were beyond good and evil in the drunken scale. Castor woke up on a Monday morning at 5 am like he usually did feeling like crap and pretty much not knowing what the hell had happened the previous couple days. His brother was in pretty much the same state in the living room while Tommy was sprawled on his bed, forcing Castor to push him away so he could actually stand up. Ugh… never again… Castor swore in his head for what felt like the hundredth time as he walked down the academy’s hallways, the blinding morning light killing his eyes while the ringing bell assaulted and echoed in his head giving him a headache that felt like provoked by an army of little dwarves digging for gold in his brain. It just… never again. Never, ever again, Castor kept telling himself but know it would just happen again. It was how it worked with alcoholics right? There was always a good reason to drink and eventually Castor would forget this feeling and find another reason, and if not, he’d make one himself. It sucked to be an intelligent alcoholic who realized his problem and yet wasn’t willing to do shit about it. Life went on though, and Castor had stuff to do. About a month he had been assigned to write a short play for the first year drama students as some sort of ‘graduation’ assignment. He didn’t have any problem with writing the play, he just had to pull something out of his sleeve with some romance, action, suspense and drama and the teacher was a happy clam. The second part of the assignment was what was making him groan in discomfort. He was supposed to take his play to the silly first years and watch them perform it. Doing so in a normal day wouldn’t have been a problem but his hangover was telling him that interacting with human beings right now was probably not a good idea. The play was almost ready now as Castor had been working with said first years for at least a couple weeks and all that was left was a couple final rehearsals. “Never again…” he mumbled for the last time before splashing his face with cool water in the men’s bathroom, drying it and heading out. He didn’t expect to pretty much bump into someone on the way out though. It wasn’t even hard enough to knock him back or to be much of a bother but the slight bump was enough to throw his senses off balance, forcing him to lean back against the wall and slowly slide down to the floor. His eyes shut close and the world around him just shook in ways it wasn’t supposed to shake. “Oh please… don’t throw up…” He spoke aloud without noticing, the request obviously directed at himself. This was so not a good day… [/style]

[alexa grace walker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 608 ( TAGGED ) CASTOR ( STATUS ) complete alexa walked into the auditorium, worrying that she would be late. it was crazy of her, though, as she was one of the first people there. she was still worried that she wouldn't make a good impression on the new school, the new students, the new teachers she would have to interact with. reassuring herself that she was doing fine, she set down her things and walked into the ladies' bathroom. she reached into her pocket, digging around for any makeup she could find. pulling out a small lip gloss and concealer, alexa began to fuss with her appearance. normally, she wouldn't even care very much, but this was a completely new continent. no one knew her, and she knew that people were generally quick to judge. so yes, she was beginning to care. after a minute or two of making herself look her best, she walked back out of the bathroom. there was a man sitting against the wall, eyes closed, looking painfully uncomfortable. the expression on his face could not be mistaken. by alexa, at least, as she knew the feeling all too well. doing her best to step quietly and not irritate him any more, she stepped back to where her bag was and pulled out a water bottle. it hadn't been opened yet, so she cracked the seal and took it back to him. castor was his name, he had been assigned to write a play for the freshmen. or the first years, as they were called here. she had taken a liking to him. he was a great writer, and she had a great deal of respect for him. she saw something of herself in him, but she wasn't quite sure what. it was strange for her to say that. she was an american girl, a freshman too. and he was a senior with a magnificent way with words. but she wasn't going to question it. " are you alright? " alexa cooed. she did her best to keep her voice soft and quiet. she knew all too well what it was like, being terribly hung over. and having obligations the next day, that was the absolute worse. she was doing her best not to come off as another annoying freshman, as she genuinely wanted to help him. she lowered herself gracefully onto the floor beside him, setting the water bottle gently beside him. she was careful to be quiet and avoid making any sudden movements. if anyone could sympathize with him, it would most definitely be a recovering alcoholic. she had been there too many times. she knew the sound of her voice probably made his head pound, and he probably didn't want anyone else to know, so she kept her sentences short and voice low. " you probably don't want to see me right now, and i get that. but drink this. it will help the dehydration, if you're as hungover as i think you are. " as unwanted as she probably was, alexa just wanted to help. she had tried everything to cure a hangover. coffee, more alcohol, fruit juice, even pills, but nothing helped as much as sipping water. after all, a hangover is just dehydration. but either way, one thing is for sure - it sucks. she used to drink far too often, and despite the hangovers she would do it again. how much she had already damaged her brain, she didn't know, but that was over now. for the most part. she could hardly look at alcohol, and while she had never relapsed, it took all of her willpower not to. alcohol was a cruel, cruel mistress. oh, no, that's fine. makes it easier. xD

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5