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Post by Logan Street on Feb 19, 2017 12:42:31 GMT -5
 I'll Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Life He remembered when he first saw her. A beaten down girl with the mouth of a firecracker. The bruises, the bruises were visible, but by what exactly was hard to tell. Immediately he knew her home life was less than ideal. Although, anyone who was slanging around this territory obviously had a negative home, or no home life. The latter was normally easier than the former. She had been standing up mouthing off to some six foot nothing thug, who looked like he could rip her in two by just his look.
He didn’t know how it happened, something about the guy had touched her ass (And that was just not something you did to Ez). One moment she was mouthing him off, the next she had ducked his punch and suddenly Logan’s fist had connected and knocked the guy down. After that, and a lot of drinks, they were pretty much inseparable – Which was something definitely not either of them had had before. Family together, where family had never been before.
Family.
Then.
An argument. A rustle of movement. A scream. A gunshot.
An image of a young faced Logan standing there, frozen. His eyes looking down at John. He could feel the blood dripping from his finger tips from trying to stop the bleeding. Hands covering the hole. The hole in her brother. Maroon. Silence. No. Not Silence. Yelling. The guy from the crew was grabbing his shoulder, yelling at him that they had to go. Run. He couldn’t bare the look on Ezra’s face, a face normally so good at masking the emotions that flooded her. The guy gave him a small shove before he booked it. That was when Logan had realized.. They hadn’t meant for it to be John. This was Ezra’s home. This was not meant for John.
He could hear the bang of the back door. His ‘mate’ had vanished. Tick. Tock. The sound of the clock echoing in with the sound of blood drumming in his thoughts before he made a quick decision. With John’s blood still soaking his hands he wrote the only thing he could think of right then with his finger. His thoughts reeling as he scribbled in the dying mans blood. They hadn’t been there for John. Panic. They weren’t done. Fear. Not Ezra. Not his Ezra. He had to do something. A warning. With as much haste as he could he scribbled the only words he could think of, before he booked it out the back and escaped from the area. The town. Ezra’s life: "Get Out"
The colony was a bit more hustle bustle than he would have guessed. He had never been within the group of people before, much preferring the outside world. Even with the giant worms and weird looking bunnies, it was more comfortable to him than…here. Still, one couldn’t always get everything one needed by themselves. In six months he had not once gone to the colony. He avoided it like the plague and the hustle bustle of people that didn’t quite bathe themselves properly filled his senses. Some woman was screaming at a child who had apparently tried to steal an apple, while another group of young ladies were giggling at some macho guy he assumed was one of the Watcher twats. Blue eyes scanned the area, keeping an eye on everyone and nothing all that the same time. How the hell did half these people survive the Scorch?
He could tell it had been hard. A lot of them looked rejuvenated by the recent rain and lower temperature, yet the area was still broken down. Melted steel and broken bits were strewn about everywhere and yet amongst the crowds of dispersed humans, there was the random shop keep. A hobble of a table that seemed to be built with nothingness, and a young girl who seemed to be talking about nothing and everything to someone not really around her. Logan paused at her table to look at the wooden daggers, his eyes scanning thinking of how easy it would be to grab one and walk away. It was not long before he moved on, a little weirded out that the girl kept talking to him and another invisible person about how bright his eyes were. Apparently there were many crazies in the colony.
Logan did not like the feeling of overwhelming sound that seemed to encompass him. Living alone in a cave for two months, and random places before then left him with a sense of anxiety when it came to being in such a loud area. A long crash next to him caused his attention to waver abruptly as he looked back slightly to see the girl with the wooden daggers had abruptly bumped into her table and everything crashed to the ground. No. The colony wasdefinitely not for him.
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Post by ezra kay on Feb 20, 2017 22:11:43 GMT -5
| "y ou would never leave, would you?" "wouldn't dream of it, we're family." those words echoed in her head constantly. yeah she knew was it was to be blood, but family was something you chose. and she'd choose logan everytime. he was a damn hooligan. he was the first person to defend her from creeps at the bar, the first one to ask about her scars. and ezra was sure she was the first person to ask about his, too.
"if we weren't dealt this hand of cards for life.. where do you think we would be?" she'd ask. he'd laugh and pass her a joint. "life has a funny way of putting you exactly where you're supposed to be," he'd reply, blowing smoke towards the stars. ezra had dreams about him sometimes; they haunted her.
he'd be laying right next to john, a victim of her screw up. steaming pools of scarlet would burn her skin as she frantically tried to save them both. "you said you wouldn't leave!" she slammed her hands on the ground, and logan gave her a smile as he slowly disappeared. she was alone.
that's how life was afterwards. it was almost like, being able to see after a life of blindness. only to find out later, you've lost the ability to distinguish any colors. you could see, yeah, but it wasn't as beautiful. ------------------------------------------- a loud crash woke ezra from her sleep terrors. she sat up with a start, clutching her chest. it's not real, it's not real. she repeated her mantra as she slowly remembered where she was. ezra stood up, stretching the ache from her muscles. sleeping on the ground wasn't as comfortable as it looked. she grabbed her jacket from the ground, shaking the grass and soil bits from it. her journal fell from the pocket, landing page up. " SAD SAD SAD ANGRY" ezra snatched it up, it was too early to be dealing with emotions today. well, any time of day was too early to deal with emotions. she decided to wander to wherever she heard that crash. the people that settled around nemus were.. a special kind. that must have been why she stuck around. only the strange and antisocial settled in the forest. ezra nodded a greeting to an old lady with white spiked hair who was ripping grass and putting it into a basket. i'm surrounded by lunatics! she rubbed her eyes, yawning briefly. one of these days, she was going to get a restful sleep. ezra shoved her hands into her pockets, feeling her journal again. she sighed, and took it out to scan the pages. maybe today was the day she dealt with her demons? ezra kept her pace, but was completely unaware of her surroundings. she was nose deep in her journal, trying to make sense of things she wrote when drunk or half awake, when she bumped into someone. this someone was probably double her size as she bounced backwards, almost tripping over her own two feet. "watch it, punk, you-" ezra stopped mid sentence as a soft wind blew towards her, carrying the all too familiar scent of a long lost best friend. ------------------------------------------- ezra and logan were walking the streets together, like they always did. "whoa, hold up a second, you have something on your shirt," she said, pointing to his chest. he looked down, just to get a sharp flick to the nose. "ha! everytime. when are you gonna stop falling for that, logan?" she laughed. he said nothing, but reached out and ruffled her hair roughly. "okay okay okay!" she grumbled, fixing her alfalfa's. logan pointed at them and snickered at her. "missed a spot," he added, licking his finger and fixing a piece himself. ezra growled a warning, but let him do it. anyone else would get punched in their smug little face.
they continued walking, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. when things were like this, time seemed to stop. "you wanna know something? i think i could find you in a crowd," ezra said, kicking a piece of trash as they turned down an alleyway. logan snorted, giving her a side glance. "i'm serious. we're like the same person, i could just feel the vibes. plus, you smell different." he smelled his armpits, confused. "what exactly do i smell like, then?" he asked cautiously. ezra pondered for a moment, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt. "home." ------------------------------------------- ezra bounced back to reality, confused as hell. she gazed around, trying to get her bearings. flashbacks were no fun, and that was the first she ever had. ezra remembered she bumped into someone, and peered up at them, ready to spew a rain of insults. blue eyes... she would have remembered them anywhere. "l-logan?" the name was felt foreign on her tongue, a language she knew once but long forgotten. he's real? it was as if the flood gates that blockaded all her emotions broke - her chest tightened as she felt anger, fear, hate, and grief all at the same time. her hands shook so violently, that her journal was flung to the ground. ezra's face twisted as she realized who was really in front of her. "you bastard! you left! after everything!" she couldn't control herself anymore, and she didn't care to. she balled up her fist and drew it back, hoping to land a punch right to his jaw. |
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 20, 2017 23:18:55 GMT -5
I'll Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Life I didn’t know what to do.” The words echoed to no one in particular as Logan paced back and forth. He was underneath some rusty bridge, the ground covered in beer bottles and a big cement wall that had horrible tagging all over it. Pacing back and forth and muttering to himself as if he was trying to make sense as to what he should say to her. His fists, still covered in John’s blood, were clenching and unclenching until his knuckles turn white with tension.
”.. I..I..I didn’t know.” Was it raining? Why was his face wet? His blue eyes looked up to see the roof covering the sky. The stars. What would she say? What would she do? He kept just picturing the look that would be on her face. The pain he would bring her. What could he say? What could he do?
Blue eyes stared back down at his fists, and opening them slowly. Why were his hands shaking? Sirens were heard in the distance, and the young boy jumped and ran to a puddle, as if just realizing that he was covered in blood. He scrubbed at his hands, watching the water fail to wash a majority of the maroon from his skin. He kept scrubbing, even as his hands became raw.
”I tried to stop it. I tried. He just kept bleeding. He just kept bleeding. It wouldn’t stopHe was rambling. Rambling to no one. Trying to figure out how to explain. Trying to figure out how to see her again. His eyes stared at his bloody hands as he tried to scrub it free in the puddle. He couldn’t see Ez. He couldn’t talk to her. He couldn’t see that look on her face. Maybe he was being a coward, but he just couldn’t. ”I’m so sorry Ez.”
The colony was way too busy, it made him uncomfortable. People kept trying to talk to him. Or bump into him. The only time Logan could ever remember being content. Comfortable. Completely and surely, was when they would find some out of the way isolated rooftop. Forest. Hill. Park. Anything that had a good image of the stars, blaze, and just talk. Now, Ez was not someone who would actually talk unless she was mouthing someone off. Especially back then with her hot temper. And obviously Logan wasn’t either. Yet sometimes you just click with someone, and it just works.
To be able to just relax, and forget for a few hours every night, that you didn’t know where your next meal was going to come from. Forget, for just a few minutes, that you shouldn’t trust anyone as they always leave. Always. Forget that you aren’t supposed to talk to people, not when you live on the streets, because talking got you good and done. Forget, for at least a few seconds and talk about absolutely fucking everything.
The crazy girl who kept talking to him had disappeared, and he was passing the end of the little tradeshow that seemed to have been set up before abruptly someone bumped into him. His name rang out, and something sounded so familiar about it. Too familiar. It was odd, hearing his name from her lips again. It was almost like his memory was nagging at him to remember, why it was so familiar. It seemed to take him a moment to register as he looked down at the person who had bumped into him.
Blue eyes stared down into that all too familiar face. Puzzlement spread over his features before they widened ever so slightly. Frozen. Suddenly he couldn’t move or think. But that was okay, because before he could say anything a spew of hatred and pain came flying out at him and then – While he was still trying to process everything – Her fist connected flat with his jaw. (seriously. What is with girls on this planet?)
It wasn’t even painful, but suddenly he was down on the ground. Pushing himself up slowly, he ignored the instinct to trip back. Ignored the instinct to throw his blade into her leg out of pure reflex. What was with this pure hatred for him on PE? It was like the planet was completely out to get him. Memories of Ezra flooded his thoughts until all he could think about was the past. What had happened. What she still didn’t fully know what had happened. Apologies rushed through his thoughts. Excuses came to the tip of his tongue. Everything that he would once have told her threatened to escape.
Yet this was still Logan, and a lot of time had passed..
So he brought his hand up to his jaw and rubbed it slightly as if that would help the dull ache that throbbed there. The corner of his lip tilting up ever so slightly in that smug look of amusement that tended to get him kicked in the no-go-zone. His nickname for her slipping into his sentence as if it was pure habit:
”Oh. Hey Ez. How’s it going?
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Post by ezra kay on Feb 23, 2017 21:30:07 GMT -5
| e zra heard nothing but the roar of blood in her ears. the anger she felt slowly ebbed away, replaced with a sharp pain in her wrist. she shook her arm, wincing slightly. not broken, but definitely jammed. ezra knew it wasn't going to do much damage anyways - he was like twice her size. she smirked, it felt good to throw a punch. maybe she would do it more often? people began to crowd them, eager to see what would happen next. “ah, mind your own damn business!” she warned, waving them off with her hurt hand. they kept their distance, but she could still feel their eyes pointed towards them. ezra secretly hoped someone would walk too close or whisper in her direction. she was in a fighting mood now, and kept her fists clenched just in case. she turned back to logan, who was rubbing his chin. ezra couldn’t help herself, letting out a maniacal snicker. she stopped short when he called her ez; she hadn't heard the nickname in years. ------------------------------------------- "okay here's what we're gonna do. i'll distract the front desk guy, you take the beer, then we drink. easy," ezra instructed, adjusting the hood of her sweater. logan nodded in agreement, holding back so she could go first. their hit for tonight: 76 gas station. they did this often, the whole stealing thing. the street life was rough and this helped take the edge off. ezra ditched her sweater- well actually it was logan’s but she claimed it- in favor of her v cut tank top. perfect to distract a man.
ezra could already feel her adrenaline pumping as she opened the door. she sauntered to the gas station attendant, eyeing him up and down and giving him a sly wink. “hey there,” she said, leaning over the counter. their conversation faded into murmur as logan walked in, heading straight to the back. he meandered through the aisles after picking up a 12 pack, pretending to be interested in a bag of chips.
“hey man, you ready?” the guy asked, nodding to him. logan gave a brief smile, then raced out the door, tipping over a rack of items on his way out. the guy was quick to react, reaching immediately for a shotgun under the counter. ezra panicked – this didn’t happen before. she rammed her shoulder into him as he was aiming a shot at logan, nearly sending herself sprawling. big personality + small stature = no fun for ezra.
the guy swiped at her, and she narrowly avoided getting grabbed. she burst into a sprint, her feet carrying her instinctively to her secret meet up place. ezra heard the shot gun cock behind her, and she ducked her head. a single shot rang, and she felt a sharp pain in her neck, but still stopped to get her sweater. there was no way she was leaving without it. ezra snatched it from the fire escape she draped it over, veering down an alley and losing their assailant. when she felt safe, she placed a tentative hand on her neck. a scratch at best - and it only had a small trickle of blood. ezra licked her hand and wiped it off. that was going to be a badass scar someday. she considered tattooing it.
logan had already cracked open a beer when she pulled herself over the roof of the apartment building they always hung out on. he whirled around, brow furrowed. "what the fuck, ez?" he rumbled. ezra stopped for a second, stunned. "ez?" she laughed, trying to play off the situation. he simmered, glaring at her wound. oh okay this is serious. "he was going to shoot you!" she added defiantly, snatching a beer from him.
they stood in silence for a couple moments, listening to the sounds of the city. "we're not doing that again." ezra nodded, chugging down her drink. "hey do you think if we pour beer on it, it'll clean it out?" ------------------------------------------- ezra crossed her arms, meeting logan's gaze without flinching. "awfully casual for getting caught off guard.. you have some explaining to do," she declared, casting another glace at the not-so-crowd. too many people, too close for comfort. "somewhere not here." ezra added, rubbing the back of her neck. "i know of a place, come on" she made every attempt to keep her distance. there was no way she was going to trust him already. not after everything that happened. she picked her journal up, pulling strings of grass from the pages. ezra started off, heading west. there was a small alcove that not many people knew about; at least she hoped. the more humans that landed on PE, the less places there were to escape them. she wondered if logan was losing his mind over that fact, too. "john's dead... in case you didn't know." she threw the statement over her shoulder, her voice wavering slightly. some wounds never heal. except that neck bullet wound, that healed and she did end up tattooing it. ezra continued walking, diving under a thick brush that led to the alcove. |
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 28, 2017 21:26:21 GMT -5
I'll Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Life The dirty people were watching them, wary that a fight was about to break out. He could see a Watcher to the corner of them heading their way, and when Ezra commented that he had some explaining to do, but not there, he flinched inwardly. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with drama. He’d been alone for so long, it was just easier to leave. Pausing, he contemplated just that.
His eyes glanced to the Watcher before back the opposite direction Ez was walking. And inspite of the fact he wanted to book it, because he couldn’t deal, at the same time he knew the comfort of seeing her was real. That comfort, like coming home. Which he just assumed was what he was feeling, as he never really had a home to go too except with her.
Clearing his throat, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and began to follow her. This was his first time in Nemus, and it just had to be that he’d run into her. Perhaps there was a reason he had been avoiding it. People. Crowds. Drama. And whens he tossed over her shoulder ‘John’s Dead’, he could almost see the blood staining the ground they were walking on. Logan had his own caste of images of death, being in warzones did that to you. John’s death was quick enough, and not nearly as gruesome as most of what he’d seen growing up was, and yet..Yet it was one of the strongest images that haunted him when he tried to sleep. Tried being the key word.
How long had it been since he had actually slept? The thought rattled his brain for a moment. Way too long. Although a seal knew how to go without, they also knew how deadly it could be to be too exhausted. Once he followed her into the alcove, pushing past a brush and then suddenly they were alone. His hand raised and rubbed across his jaw and mouth, as if to push away the words on the tip of his tongue before both arms crossed over his chest. Casually leaning against the alcove wall, his eyes looking around quickly and then landed on her. John’s dead. The words echoed in his mind, and –How could he respond?
“I know.” Was the only phrase that left his lips. A shade being drawn over his face, masking any emotions he may be feeling in that moment. She may know the face, the face of nothingness he could easily draw up but had never done to her before. He had never had too. The charming smile, the laughter, the hurt, it was all on Ez growing up, but never to anyone else. Now she was a stranger to him, and, well, he would treat her as such. That and he didn’t want her to see how much exactly he knew. Flashes of laughing with her, of passing a beer bottle back and forth because it was all they could score that night, distracted him just momentarily before he cleared his throat.
Her words echoed in his mind as he stood silently for an awkward length of time. How to respond?
“What you want to know then Ez? I don’t know what you think I have to explain.” There was slight dread in his voice, mixed with something else that couldn’t quite be pinpointed. A defense mechanism probably. A sign of uncaring when you care just too damn much.
What to explain? Explain how you left her abandoned in the middle of the worst episode of her life. Explain how you disappeared without a trace only to bump into her years later? Explain maybe, just maybe, how you could stand there so casually as the one person you swore you would never hurt? The thoughts and reasons to explain something. Anything. Crossed his thoughts, but he blocked them out quickly enough.
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Post by ezra kay on Mar 1, 2017 17:33:48 GMT -5
| e zra hadn’t decided how to feel quite yet. she didn’t feel like bringing baggage to this new planet, already it felt like a shackle around her ankle. she didn’t like scenes or attention, and she inwardly cursed the people of nemus for not minding their own business. ezra felt weight – that she didn’t even knew she had- lift off of her shoulders when they reached the alcove. she rolled them and cracked her neck, relaxing slightly. this was one of her favorite places. the trees had formed together in a nearly perfect circle, and the canopy opened up to let the sun wash in. the scorch had killed most of the vegetation, but small buds of grass and flowers were pushing through. ezra had a make shift bed, a small hole lined with dried moss and ripped tarp, two tall branches on either side with large leaves acting as a roof. she tied them together with twine. that she stole. ezra almost felt embarrassed, but she wasn’t sure why. i know, he replied. it’s almost like he said that just to elicit a response. ezra felt her anger flare again, she flexed her fingers without thinking. her right hand was sore, and her knuckles popped in response. next time think twice about punching someone? here he was, someone who WAS like her brother – just casually leaning on the thick brush. casual. ezra almost felt the need to punch him again, just to bring him down a notch. but losing control was weakness, and he wasn’t ever going to see her like that again. at least she hoped. she kept fighting the urge to hug him, or cry, or do both at the same time. if he was going to stonewall, so was she. well, she was going to try. she snorted bitterly at him, what she thinks he has to explain. that’s not the logan she knew. ezra sauntered in his direction – casually of course – stopping right in front of him. she leaned in, nearly touching the tip of her nose to his. she stared blankly into his eyes, looking for someone that probably died a long time ago. it was almost like their time together on earth was a story, a fable. it didn’t feel like hers anymore, like she didn’t really live it. ezra ripped her gaze from his, drawing a long breath through her nose. She let out a deep sigh, being quick to turn her back on him so he couldn’t see her face. hurts.. she ran her hand through her hair and shook her head solemnly. “you’re not logan. at least, not the one i remember,” she turned to face him, “what the hell man? where did you go?” ezra stopped, considering her own question. she couldn’t tell if she meant where he ran off to, or where the old logan was. both, maybe? “i mean… where did you run off to? i thought you were dead.. what have you been doing?” ezra stomped her foot once, as if to stamp out the flame that grew from years of anger, now threatening to resurface. she stalked to the left side of the alcove, reaching up to a low hanging branch. good thing about these trees – they grew so close that the branches would intertwine creating a natural hammock. ezra wondered why the hell she made camp on the ground. she’d have to fix that later. she was close enough to logan they could have a conversation, but she didn’t have to look him in the face. she kinda hoped it stayed that way. and judging on how he was acting (weird) he’d probably feel the same way. “you know you can tell me anything. i don’t want to think you’d lie, so ill believe whatever it is you say.” she said, gritting her teeth. they were both entirely different people now. as far as she was concerned, neither of them had any obligatory loyalty to each other. |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 3, 2017 20:31:42 GMT -5
I'll Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Life When Logan left town, he did so without ever looking back. Besides Ezra, he had no one of importance back home. Had no one he cared to go see again. He shut that part of his life off, and he never thought about it again. Well. He tried never to think about her again. Ez was his brother, so to speak, and he had always hoped everything worked out in the end. Still, with the guilt of everything he would never have gone home, and then eventually the thought of going home never crossed his mind. Because there was no real home there. Besides, Ez would understand why he left…without a word…Right? If one just ignored the gaping hole in his story.
But honestly, everything was just too much. Logan never did good with emotions, never had and never would. Especially when she said he wasn’t the Logan she remembered. His head almost snapped back as if she had hit him again. Low blow Ez, low blow – Ran through his mind before he huffed in response. His feet were sort of pacing, without moving, bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly. He didn’t want to be here, there was no ‘joy’ out of the conversation they were having. There was no ‘fun’, and Logan was definitely all about enjoying his time, whether alone or with someone. Seriousness was never his strong suit, except of course when he was worried or protective, and right then he didn’t really know how he was feeling.
Only that he couldn’t let her knew that he was there when John died. In that one part, he still felt like a foolish child who couldn’t save her only true family member. Because Logan may have been like a brother to her, but he wasn’t actually blood. His one shoulder raised slightly, before he cast her that famous lopsided smile. ”Gee Ez, I don’t know. I just had to go, you know? I mean, I couldn’t stay around stealing liquor and smoking joints on a rooftop forever.” The remark was many memories wrapped up into one, and was meant to lighten the mood even if just a little bit. Which he highly doubted would work. But hey, always worth a shot isn’t it?
It was good to see her though. She looked good. She looked like she hadn’t lost who she was, which was a good thing. He couldn’t say the same for himself, but hey – The military would change a man. “We both knew one of us would leave one day anyways. I figured why prolong? Anyways..”He trailed off a bit,, his one foot kicking idly out at a pebble on the ground before turning to fully face her for the first time since she had stumbled into him. ”It’s good to see you. You haven’t changed all that much yourself." Wonder if Ez would notice that he had avoided all her questions completely, like he tended to do when faced with difficult situations. Smoothly changing the topic seemed to always work in his favor. He hoped.
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Post by ezra kay on Mar 7, 2017 16:27:34 GMT -5
| e zra studied logan through her peripherals. he looked a little uncomfortable which she snorted at. serves him right. what a story - running away to escape a dead end life just to leave the entire planet and find the very person you ran away from. she couldn't really blame him though.. ghosting had been on her mind countless times back then. logan had no REAL family, so it was easier for him. she had john, and after he was gone, leaving was almost easy. "was it easy for you?" she questioned. ezra hoped it didn't come off wrong. when your entire life was spent scrounging rock bottom, any option seemed like the perfect one. had the roles been reversed, she may have done the same thing. ezra could tell he was avoiding the questions, but she let it slide. no use in beating a dead horse; if he wanted to tell her something he would end up doing it eventually. she guessed the next step was finding out who he was again. ezra sighed angrily. "damn what i'd do for a joint here," she noticed he turned around to face her, so she adjusted herself to face him. "yeah you too. you're taller... still goofy looking though, sorry." she replied playfully. ezra could feel the tension fade, she could finally relax again. the best thing about seeing a familiar face is that you don't feel nearly as alone. she adjusted herself to sit more comfortably on the branch-hammock. ezra picked at a flower, nearly jumping out of her skin when the flower turned around and stared at her with buggy eyes. the camouflage faded - turns out it was a giant ass bug. lucky for her, it pushed through the bushes and into the woods beyond. she snapped her attention back to logan, eyes wide. "this place is so fucking weird, dude..." she ran a hand through her hair, tousling it. "so tell me a story. an adventure. about here or back on earth." anything to get away from this place. |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 8, 2017 14:47:20 GMT -5
I'll Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Life Was it easy for him?
Images flashed in his mind and he couldn’t really focus for a moment on the question. Hunching over and emptying his stomach behind a dumpster. Running. Running so fast he could barely know where he was going. What to do, what to do. Hell, he didn’t even remember enlisting. Didn’t remember how that came across his mind, except for the fact he had to get away as fast as he could. The fact that without Ez, staying around just seemed pointless. It wasn’t easy for him. It hadn’t been easy and until suddenly it just…was. The days passed, then the weeks, then the months and finally it just was. It allowed him to focus his attention solely on bettering himself. Bettering his team. He grew in the military, and while it was not easy leaving her. It was not easy thinking of the past, it was easy in the sense that he just forced himself to forget.
But the actual leaving, he didn’t even remember really. Everything just blurred together until there was that life, and then this life. Both lives had blood on his hands. Both had him without a home. Both left him slightly alone, yet surrounded by people. But at least with his later life, he actually accomplished something. He was able to put his past behind him, and focus on the mission. Perhaps that is why he excelled so quickly through the ranks. And perhaps that was why he would enter the most dangerous guerrilla-enforced lands by himself. Push harder. Do better. Maybe one day, he’d be able to face Ezra again without feeling guilt over the death of John.
Maybe one day, but today was definitely not that day.
“Leaving what you know is never easy, Ez. Even if what you know is shit.” The statement was true enough, his one shoulder raising in a half shrug before his eyes diverted away from her to stare at the wall. Standing still was not his forte. Always moving. Always leaving. Always running. Standing still on this planet was definitely a death sentence, even in such a hustle bustle of a small colony. Perhaps especially in the hustle bustle of the colony. Being alone for six months, give or take, definitely had him on edge now that he knew there was a large crowd of people not too far away.
When Ez told him to tell a story, he couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that came out. Instantly his shoulders relaxed. The comfort of him telling her stories on the rooftop every night, was so familiar. It was what they did, especially when they had absolutely nothing else to pass the time. For the first time since running into her, he seemed to relax a bit and he pressed his back against a tree stump, before lowering himself into a relaxed sitting position. “A story? In the short period of time I have been here, I have been chased by a giant fucking alien worm thing, large leech bats, and an electrical storm. Which one you want to hear? Oh and..” He paused for a moment, resting his head back before twisting it towards her with that famous smug look.
”I am not weird looking, I have the chiseled face of a God”
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Post by ezra kay on Mar 10, 2017 16:04:15 GMT -5
| e zra nodded in agreement to logans reply. as much as she hated losing everything, it was probably the best thing that could have happened. still, guilt ached in her chest. she refused to give in to it. the more they talked, the more natural it seemed. it was like they were long lost friends (well they were) that could just pick up where they left off. except where they left off was death, drugs and trauma. definitely not going to pick up from there; not if she had anything to do about it. she picked up on a slight edge in logan's voice. they'd been in the same place for too long. at first, the little alcove was a comfort. now it was suffocating. her skin tingled in agreement - time to find somewhere else to be. ezra hopped down from her throne, wiping tree debris from her shoulders. "a giant worm? let's start there. sounds like good eatin', im surprised you made it out alive!" she teased, stepping towards him. "but first let's get out of here. you came here for a reason, right? i know the area some, people not so much. they all kinda suck," she continued, waving her hand towards the colony. to be fair - ezra didn't really take the time to get to know anyone here. she stuck around because there's protection in numbers. if you get caught alone on PE, you're dead. the first time she ventured alone, she was almost vesper food. at least she now had that in common with logan. ezra grabbed her canteen and slung it over her shoulder, snorting in amusement. "oh shut up! let's go," she ripped a leaf from a near by branch and threw it at him. she wasted no more time, diving underneath the brush before he could reply. ezra had this nagging feeling something wasn't right, that there was something missing. she couldn't pinpoint where this flood of doubt came from, but she quickly buried it in the back of her mind. she had logan back and that was all that mattered... right? |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 10, 2017 17:02:42 GMT -5
I'll Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Life Fuck, the girl would just not leave him alone. It had been fun for the hours of the night, when he had been so plastered he could barely function. She had been fun, aggressive, and seemingly head strong. He thought she would finally be one that didn’t cling to the morning breakfast idea, or reach for the stars and hope that he would wake up head over heels in love with her.
She had seemed tough. The way she had bootstomped that girl outside at the park last night, was just perfect. A fun night, is all he ever wanted. A fun night of entertainment and perhaps to forget things for a while and perhaps finally he found a girl that didn’t drag her heels in the morning. Yet that was not the case. Of course it fucking wasn’t.
His ramshackle bed in the tiny ass two bedroom apartment that had next to no furniture. A scratched up couch with a blanket loosely tossed over it. A television just sitting on the ground with a playstation attached and one or two games sprawled on the ground. His room consisted of a bed, and a blanket. Definitely a rundown place, but it was their rundown home. How they managed to snag it was beyond him, but at least they had it.
A home. And there he was, standing in a towel as he walked out of his room as the suddenly needy girl was calling out for him to come back and ‘snuggle’. Snuggle! Logan grunted a return, his head pounding from the hangover. Why didn’t they ever leave on their own? Just quietly sneak into the night. Please. Just once.
Walking past Ezra who was sprawled on their dusty couch, he picked up the joint, plucking it over her head from her fingers. ”Bamboo Ezra. Bam-fucking-boo.” He muttered out, voice gruff from the pounding head, just as he groaned when he heard the girl call out for ‘dave’ again. Damn. What happened to that tough exterior? What happened to the biting scratching tough girl he had met last night?
Fucking bimbo’s all of them. All just playing a game and putting on a mask, beneath their five inch thick mask of makeup. God he didn’t even want to see what the girl looked like in the daylight after passing out smoking drunk. All he remembered was long black hair, high heels and a leather jacket.
Having spoken their code word ‘bamboo’, Ezra cleared her throat before walking to her own room. Logan maneuvered himself back to the bed and crawled into it, flopping down next to the girl with another groan. She was murmuring something about if he wanted her number or some bullshit when Ezra came in all dolled up. More feminine than one would think possible, with legs up to there and brilliant red lipstick.
”What are you doing in my fiancee’s bed?!” She mocked fury, and then it started. The girl’s eyes widened, yelling about how she didn’t know, and Ezra was getting all up in her face while Logan simply grunted at them something a long of the lines of ‘sorry’. And within 5 minutes the girl was grabbing her clothes and racing out of there.
This was probably the third time this week Ez had gotten rid of them for him, and he would be forever grateful, and he’d probably show it with a bottle later or something. At that point in time he just raised his hand in thanks, grunting ‘love ya’ and passing out as Ezra laughed at him over her shoulder, leaving him to his own sleep.
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There were people who were meant to come into your life an make an impression, and then there were those that just floated on by, barely a blimp on your memory. Ez would always be the former. Ez just always made his life…better. Easier. Worthwhile.
It was surprisingly easy for him to relax, if he just forgot about the fact he was there the night her brother was shot. If he just ignored the entire fact that, well, you know, he abandoned her when she probably really needed him to be there. With a slight grunt, Logan had jumped to his feet just in time for his old friend to toss a leaf at his face, but it pitifully just floated awkwardly to the ground.
His brow rose, amusement flickering across his face before he followed after her, jokingly shoving at her shoulder lightly to throw her balance off just a tad. As they walked, Logan spoke about how he had been in a cave for a few days before finding out it was inhabited by some giant worm thing that then chased him and almost ate him if it wasn’t for some annoying chick that saved him.
The thing was, Logan didn’t really come to Nemus for a reason. With Scorch ending, he had just wanted to come see the colony and see what the big deal was. He’d never been here in all the past 6 months, so figured it’d be best to know.. Some crazy girl had been trying to trade him a wooden dagger in exchange for his help with chopping down some trees. Because, well apparently that was a fair trade. Fucking wooden daggers! And she kept talking to someone who was beside Logan, but there was no one there. Damn these colonists were wack. Luckily, or unluckily he ran into Ezra
Now he just felt like he was covered with baggage and he hated that feeling. While he was instantly comfortable with her, and joking around, at the same time there was tension between his shoulder blades that had never really been there before. Still, his smile was easy – his laughter true – and his pace gradual. Maneuvering around the area. His eyes glancing around as they talked about absolutely nothing and everything and how horrible people were and how the planet definitely 100% wanted to kill Logan.
Then Logan suddenly stopped walking. ”Ez..” His voice was hesitant slightly, the amusement and joking they’d done throughout their walk dwindled immediately. They were near the end of the little traders market, and barely anyone was around. Logan had almost forgotten about the last time he had seen john. Had almost forgotten everything that had happened before it suddenly came crashing into him.
Suddenly overwhelming him. Running his tongue over his lower lip before biting down slightly he raised his eyes to look at Ez. His hand raised and rubbed the back of his neck, taking a small breath before his attention seemed to shift completely away from her. It was so fake, their hanging out like this. Logan never kept things from Ezra. He could tell her anything, and he could have always relied on her. It felt good to just laugh with someone who was family to him, because no matter what she was family right? Even then? So she would hear him out. Right?
Why did he feel so awkward and nervous?
Why was his heart racing so much?
Why couldn’t he quite look at her?
”I was there when John got shot.”
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Post by ezra kay on Mar 15, 2017 15:08:02 GMT -5
| e zra breathed deeply, savoring the sweetness of the air. she walked with her hands in her pockets and a skip in her step. was it just her, or was today like, a really good day? she listened intently to logan's story, laughing at his mishaps and calling him an idiot. per usual. he had such a way with women, it was surprising he wasn't dead already. ezra hadn't been there as long so she didn't have exciting stories, but it was nice to listen. she barely noticed when logan stopped walking, her feet carrying her along in a fast paced strut. (she had to if she wanted to keep up!) if he hadn't said her name, she might have just kept on going. "huh?" ezra took a tentative step towards him, stopping short as the air between them shifted. she searched his face for answers - but he refused to make eye contact, until.. "i was there when john got shot."------------------------------------------- ezra sighed as she sprinted up the stairs to johns apartment. she was tired of everything and just wanted to go home to sleep, but she had to bring him food. she hadn't seen him for a few days - getting caught up with... stuff, but she promised she'd stop by and bring chinese. if he only knew the trouble she had to go through to get it. ezra was relieved slightly - this was the one place that was just for them. she never told anyone else about where john was living or where she disappeared to. it was really the only way to keep him safe.
she stopped short at the top, her eyes focusing on the door.. his door. wide open. some lady was standing in the hallway, hyper chatting to someone on the phone in spanish. ezra rushed, only to have the lady cut her off. she was shaking her hands, yelling "no, no, no, no" over and over, continuing something in spanish and pointing to the door. she shoved past, stumbling through the door frame.
she smelled it first. blood. nothing felt real, this was just a dream. she was going to wake up at any minute, be at home, and everything was going to be fine. ezra dropped immediately when she saw him. lifeless and gray. mangled. red footprints fleeing the scene. she could still hear his laughter echoing, feel the warmth of his hugs. the warmth was gone now - replaced with spasms of cold anger and fear. hands trembling, ezra reached out to close his eyes for the last time. she caught sight of a crumpled paper, two words... GET OUT
everything happened in such a rush. running. need gas, something flammable. there can't be evidence. she didn't do it, her fingerprints are everywhere, the cops will ask questions she cant answer. destroy it all. destroy... everything. flames licked the ceiling, smoke roiled from the windows. it was gone, all of it. she didn't remember throwing the lady towards the flames, she didn't remember launching herself from the fire escape, hoping that would be the end. she did remember going back to her and logans apartment to find him missing.. speed dial again and again.
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the subscriber you are trying to reach is unavailable ------------------------------------------- ezra blinked.. once, twice, three times. where was she again? why was she sitting on the ground, and why did she feel like she was hit by a train? she fought the lump in her throat, grimacing. "you...killed him," the words fell from her lips, a sour poison that numbed her. what could she call him? liar? traitor? murderder? she felt so heavy, she couldn't hit him even if she wanted to. |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 16, 2017 20:39:45 GMT -5
I'll Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Life You...killed him"
It’s weird.
The feelings.
The sights.
The smells.
You never really forget, and yet at the same time you forget everything. Flashes come to you. Little glimpses into everything. It’s odd, isn’t it? How the most important moment of your life could both plague every moment, and yet just…drift away at the same time. It’s weird, isn’t it? How the moment that changes your life forever, is just that. One moment.
One moment where everything seems to stand still and move simultaneously. Where you can’t focus and yet all you can do is focus in on it. That one freeze moment. The silence. Even the bang of the gun was void of noise. Even the scream. Even the yelling. Everything just silent. Even your heart seems to stop. Your breath seems to halt and you are standing there staring down at yourself.
Staring at the image as blood begans to, almost impercievably, leak down a bright white shirt.
Staring as eyes, wider than humanly possibly, bore into your very essence.
Staring as every single instinct of you wants to dash forward, yet you just can’t. You are glued into that very image.
The picture.
The snapshot.
Of the most horrible moment in your life.
You want to be able to take the gun away from your partner. You want to be able to push him aside. You want to jump infront of John. You want to move. Move as fast as you can and yet. It’s a snapshot. It’s nothing. It’s memory.
It’s the moment your life changes and you wish to everything that could be, that you could take it away. That you could change it. That if only you were quicker. That if only you knew more. If only, if only you could take it all back and just..And just Please dear god just take it all away. Please, I beg you to just bring him back. Take me. I am useless, I am nothing. What am i? Nothing. Just bring him back.
When Ezra said he killed John, it was like twisting a knife in his heart. The hollowness that filled him was overwhelming, yet instead of reacting for a moment, he just stared at her. So, that showed what she believed. He said he was there, and she automatically assumed he had killed her. Apparently the only person in the world that ever thought the best of him, didn’t actually believe that. Apparently, she thought the absolute worst of him.
That is when emotions burst forward and the urge to knock her out hit him like a brick. The anxiety rushed through his chest until he could barely breathe, and so instead he took a slow breath. Forcing air into his lungs before he shook his head. Now he knew why he kept it a secret. Now he knew that what he did, leaving, was the right decision. If he had to look at her years ago, when she looked at him like..that.. he would have probably broke.
So instead of reacting by explaining himself, like any normal human would. Because, trust in the fact that he was bursting with the need to spill absolutely everything out. It’s just..that wasn’t Logan. She thought he killed her brother. She thought he was a murderer. Just like that. With no, no hesitation at all. She just assumed that is what he meant. His face hardened after looking shocked for just the briefest of moments. Darkened eyes looked at her before he shook his head.
The one time since he arrived on this planet he felt like he could open up for a moment, and she said the only thing she possibly could to shut it down fast. Any traces of the laughter they had shared just a minute ago, vanished. If she paid any attention, she’d notice the brief pain that crossed over his features, but she’d probably miss it.
“I just..I can’t handle this. I’m sorry, I just..”
He had to figure out a way out, he had to go. He just had too. This was not what he wanted. It was not fun. It was not entertaining. It was just…cruel. Depressing. And pissing him off. Life should be fun. At least that’s what Logan believed. What was the point if it wasn’t fun? So he did what apparently he was great at when things got too personal, he took a few steps backwards, and then he…ran into the crowd, disappearing like only he knew how too.
”I was there when John got shot.”
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Post by ezra kay on Mar 17, 2017 15:14:25 GMT -5
| h er reply took him by surprise. it took ezra by surprise too – was she really the one that said it? did she mean it? he was there, so he was guilty by association… right? the more she thought it, the angrier she got. it wasn’t logans fault. it was hers. she killed him. not directly, but by the way she lived. stealing from people and stores, surrounding herself with criminals just to make ends meet… there could have been another way. there MUST have been another way. it wasn’t fair to push that weight on him. she needed to know what happened. “i just cant handle this.” he said. ezra faltered. he couldn’t handle? he knew what happened to john, he was there, and he still ran away. he made her feel like everything was going to be okay – they didn’t run into each other just by chance did they?- just to take the security and run off with it again. was that something that could be forgiven? she hesitated as he turned to run into the crowd of people that had gathered behind them. ------------------------------------------- ezra was passed out on the couch, curled under a thin ratty wool blanket. the tv murmured, flashing light on the wall behind her. the noise helped her sleep...kinda. she still tossed and turned, but some sleep was better than none. a loud crash at the front door woke her, and she groaned. not again. eyes bloodshot, she trudged to the door, and opened just in time for a drunk logan to fall in.
he giggled drunkenly, scrambling as his limbs failed to push him upright. “you idiot!” ezra scolded, straining to pick him up. this was the third time this week he’d gotten drunk beyond belief. he’d have to legally change his name to idiot at this point. “damnit help me out here!” she growled, yanking at his arm. He was a total dead weight, and her small stature was no help.
logan found his center of gravity (finally) and stood upright, teetering slightly. he blew a raspberry at her, and ruffled her hair roughly. ezra smacked at his hand, growling another warning. “time for bed,” she said matter-of-factly, grabbing his wrist and leading it over her shoulder. he nodded in agreement, feet dragging on the linoleum.
“I have a very serious question,” logan hiccupped, leaning his body on her shoulder. who did he think she was, a WWE wrestler? ezra grunted under his weight, fumbling with the knob on his bedroom door. he waited, apparently she was supposed to say something back? “what is it?” she asked, deciding to just kick the door in instead.
he seemed to forget his question, falling immediately face first into bed. ezra rolled her eyes and turned to leave. “wait!” logan called, waving his hand in the air. “water,” he continued, snapping his fingers. drunk as hell and still kept his annoying sense of humor. “are you asking to get your ass beat?” she asked over her shoulder as she walked to the kitchen, opening all the cupboards in search for a glass. most of them were empty, except for a couple packs of ramen and paper bowls. damn, they really had nothing.
ezra picked up a glass from the sink. dirty, but oh well he wasn’t going to care. she walked back to find logan completely sprawled out, snoring. she leaned over him, giving him a few good smacks to the forehead. “wake up, here’s your water,” she snickered, getting a kick out of his bewildered expression. he nodded, gulping it down greedily. ezra picked up the blanket from the floor, tossing it over him as she left. “are we best friends now?" she barely heard the question (are we sure she didn’t imagine it?), but stopped and turned to him, eyes soft. logan must have fallen right back to sleep, mouth open as his breathing slowed. they were kinda living together at this point, having been inseparable for weeks now.
“yeah,” ezra whispered, closing the door that hung crookedly on its hinges. she flopped back on the couch with a huff, picking up a half smoked joint from the plastic end table. she turned off the tv, taking a moment to enjoy some silence. sometimes the reality hit her. her life felt so empty, devoid of something that she couldn’t decipher, she was sure logan felt the same way. maybe that’s why they stuck together? ezra drew a long hit, rolling over to fall back asleep. ------------------------------------------- yes. they were best friends, siblings without being blood. as difficult as this situation was, life without him would be nothing. They’d fix this, right? He wouldn’t leave her again, would he? “logan wait!” she called after him, shoving through what she considered inanimate bodies. none of them mattered. she was bounced back and forth, fighting for each step towards the direction she saw logan disappear. he was going to get into trouble somehow, she knew it. she had to find him before something happened. finally freed from the crowded prison, ezra’s eyes flashed in every direction. people (not logan) bustling along, trees, animals, the cooking of food around a fire. she spotted a nearby tree, and scrambled up to get a better view of her surroundings. he was gone. just like that. how could she let this happen? i could find you in a crowd ezra waited. people dispersed, the fire smoldered, and the trees were silent. how long had she been here? she couldn’t tell. her muscles ached from being perched in one position so long. with a heavy sigh, she dropped to the ground. he’d be halfway around the planet by now. she leaned against the tree, shivering into her jacket. damn it got cold fast, she preferred the scorch. what was the plan now? she damn well couldn’t go back to doing whatever it was she was doing before. not when she knew he was alive and somewhere out there. hundreds of possibilities swam in her head. what if he wanted nothing to do with her? death would be sweeter. this wasn't the end, she'd make sure of it. she'd find him again. eventually. |
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