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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 23, 2009 21:41:14 GMT -5
 CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS[/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] Saint began to spray the side of his apartment with red paint, and she watched as Leaf did the same. Her large grin remained as she sprayed in large, red print "WHY? BECAUSE WE CAN." An homage to her girls.
"Well it's a good job you came to the right person, baby!"
"Don't I know it?"
Leaf was one of the best people to wreak havoc with. It was another one of their similarities. Half the fun was knowing that there was the chance they could get busted, but for Saint, the best part was knowing that if they did, Saint would have her back, and vice versa.
"The dude hates nudity; what do you say to a nude mural of prostitutes standing on the street corner?"
Saint threw her head back, letting out a throaty laugh. "God, babe. I adore your sense of humor."
A very creative idea that would have never crossed the nineteen year-old's mind in a hundred years. It was perfect, though; the best way to really piss this guy off and leave a look of pure shock and horror on his face.
"Hand me a new color, would ya, babe?"
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 24, 2009 17:47:10 GMT -5
 and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happyDon't I know it?
Leaf nodded, looking over her shoulder to see what Saint was painting on the wall, next to what she'd just finished off, herself. 'WHY? BECAUSE WE CAN.' was their usual trade mark for when they'd been messing around with things, it was like a calling card for people to see. Of course, the cops could also see it, but they'd never been in trouble... yet. It was only a matter of time.
Hearing Saint laugh like she was doing now, made Leaf smile a whole lot more than she'd done in the whole night so far. Her cheeks flushed and she bit the inside of her lip as she smiled faintly.
God, babe. I adore your sense of humor.
"Where would you be without it, pumpkin?" Leaf joked as she sat herself on the floor with her bag of spray paints, sorting out which color to use for the beginnings of the nude mural. It was a good thing that she knew how to draw with spray paints; having had a lot of experience.
Hand me a new color, would ya, babe?
"Sure, sure." Harlequin grabbed a random can of paint and tossed it over to Saint, not looking up from the other cans. "I would actually love to see his face once he's seen this, shit." The brunette spoke clearly, still not looking up as she selected a neon pink to start the mural off.
Shifting her position, the eighteen year old squatted down and started at the bottom of the picture, wanting to go upwards as she drew - it's what she normally did.
"Hey, uh, what's the time?"
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 24, 2009 22:22:53 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "Where would you be without it, pumpkin?"
"My life would be a whole lot duller, I can tell you that much," she joked.
Her life would be duller without any of her girls. Scratch that; not duller. Her life would be horrible and probably not worth living if she didn't have her friends. They were her anchors, the one things holding her down in her life.
Leaf answered her request, tossing her a can. Saint caught it, examining the color. It was a bright blue; different from her typical red, but the color would work well. She jumped over to where Leaf was, joining in on their masterpiece.
"I would actually love to see his face once he's seen this, shit."
Saint laugh. "Yeah. He'd probably have a heart attack. And you know what? I wouldn't even feel bad."
There was almost nothing that could make Saint feel build. Guilt was not in her vocabulary because she enjoyed everything she did with no regrets. Like spending time with her best friend spray painting inappropriate pictures and phrases on her dick head neighbor's building.
"Hey, uh, what's the time?"
"Not sure. Why? Is fuck face getting home soon?"
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 26, 2009 16:36:11 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy My life would be a whole lot duller, I can tell you that much.
Saint was joking, Leaf had known her long enough to know when she was joking about certain things. She smiled slightly and continued on her work for the nude mural; it was the shit. At this moment she did not care that what they were doing could land them in a jail cell at the end of the night, because she was with her best friend and she'd rather be nowhere else.
Her friends were the little ball of gum at the end of the screwball cup, after all the ice cream had gone. They were her butter to her bread and her light to the darkness that so very often surrounded her. If she had no friends she didn't know where she would be, probably dead.
She tossed Saint a can before continuing her work with the neon pink paint.
Yeah. He'd probably have a heart attack. And you know what? I wouldn't even feel bad.
Leaf laughed slightly and nodded.
Not sure. Why? Is fuck face getting home soon?
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is, but that doesn't matter; he never really comes out here in the evening, I always hear him in the morning... really early in the morning."
Having finished with the bottom of the mural, Leaf was now on the middle, she's spray painted the scene on a pathway with three sets of legs, a tree, a street light and part of a car, thus far.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 26, 2009 21:42:06 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] Stirring up trouble with her mates, especially Leaf, was always at the top of her to-do list. Sure, she liked going out, getting wasted a fucking around with strangers, but she'd blow out a night of booze and anonymous sex in an instant to spend it like this.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is, but that doesn't matter; he never really comes out here in the evening, I always hear him in the morning... really early in the morning."
Saint stopped spraying for a moment. "That son of a bitch. If he woke me up in the morning, I'd totally fuck his shit up. Is there nothing sacred? Sleep is, like, one of the five best things in the world... the other four being friends, music, booze and sex."
While Leaf was working from the bottom up, Saint did the opposite, starting from the top. She'd manage to spray one of the hookers faces, in pretty great detail, too. She was sketchy looking, which made it all the more better.
She laughed to herself. "You know, I think I've seen this woman hanging around Oasis."
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 27, 2009 14:22:17 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy That son of a bitch. If he woke me up in the morning, I'd totally fuck his shit up. Is there nothing sacred? Sleep is, like, one of the five best things in the world... the other four being friends, music, booze and sex.
Leaf nodded and brought her free hand up to push her hair out of the way of her eyes, over her shoulder so that it didn't obscure her vision whilst creating this masterpiece.
"Man, sleep is definitely sacred; though I don't sleep very well at all, I still think it's sacred."
Her green eyes flickered over to what Saint was doing, a smile of appreciation crossed her pale face as she continued to concentrate more on what she was doing. Creating the car was slightly more difficult than she had anticipated, but that didn't matter.
You know, I think I've seen this woman hanging around Oasis.
"Hmm?" Leaf looked up and over at Saint's picture. "Oh, she looks pretty shifty to me." The younger girl grinned and tried to finish her depiction of a spray painted car. It wasn't too bad, but it wasn't too good either, at least it resembled a car.
Somewhere in the apartment she heard a door slam and stopped what she was doing, immediately. Looking up at Saint, the brunette bit down on her lower lip and nodded her head towards the inside of the apartment.
"Sounds like fuck face is home." she commented in a low whisper, going back to finishing off one of the two remaining prostitutes.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 28, 2009 18:57:15 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] The sound of a door slamming caused Saint's head to shoot toward the source of the sound. It didn't take her long to figure out who it was. Her eyes met her friend's.
"Sounds like fuck face is home."
"Yep," she mumbled back, lowering her voice a notch so she wouldn't give away their position. "Guess we better be quick, huh?
The redhead went back to working on their masterpiece, focusing intently on the task at hand. She wanted it to be perfect and she wasn't willing to abort their mission half-way through, just because of a minor setback. If the asshole came out, he'd undoubtedly see them and then they'd have to explain themselves to Fairview's finest, but even that threat didn't scare her or turn her off. She was doing a job and she was going to do it right.
She'd finished the first prostitute to her satisfaction, moving onto the face of the second one. It wouldn't take too long to finish up and then make it out of there. Although, there was a part of her that sort of wanted him to find them, just so she could see the look on his face. He'd still know it was them, anyway.
"I guess you can expect a visit from the cops tomorrow morning," she laughed. "Don't worry, I'll help you ditch the evidence."
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 29, 2009 5:58:56 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy The sound of the door slamming a few seconds ago, opened up Harlequin's mind to the endless list of possibilities of what would happen to her and Saint, if she and her were to get caught. They could end up spending the night in a jail cell, falling off the fire escape and ending up in hospital if they were to try to get out of his eyesight quicker than you could say 'prostitute', the fucker could get them to clean off their entire night's work, or something else.
Yep, guess we better be quick, huh?
Leaf nodded, then shook her head moments later. "To be honest, I don't really care if he catches us." she admitted, sketching out the prostitutes face with the paint; it was kind of sketchy looking but she didn't really care.
I guess you can expect a visit from the cops tomorrow morning. Leaf laughed and shook her head. "Not if I'm not in my apartment, baby!" Raising her eyebrow at her red headed friend, she then turned back to her prostitute and placed the finishing touches on it.
Don't worry, I'll help you ditch the evidence.
Again, she laughed. Hearing footsteps in the near distance and the sudden sounds of angry shouting, slightly muffled from the confines of the apartment's inside.
"Shit, babe." Leaf looked up at the window of the french doors and came face to face with Mr. Helmy. He looked angry. She couldn't think why. Standing up, Harlequin watched him as he opened the French doors and grabbed her arm.
"Let go, asshole!" She tried to twist out of his grip but only succeeded in headbutting the concrete wall as he tried to pull her into his apartment. "Ouch!" He mumbled something about her not getting away this time and calling the cops; his cell phone already in his hand.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 31, 2009 17:46:31 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "Not if I'm not in my apartment, baby!"
Saint threw her head back, releasing a laugh that was perhaps a little too loud, given their current situation and the asshole waiting inside who could bust them at any moment. "Yeah, that's true. I guess you could always crash at my place... if you don't mind living in a disaster zone."
The sound of approaching feet caught her attention, and it was soon followed by angry shouts from the asshole directly. They were made. They had to get out of there quickly before the old douche caught them.
"Shit, babe."
The doors burst open and the asshole, who was looking furious, grabbed Leaf's arm. Suddenly, Saint felt overwhelmed with overprotectiveness and as a result, anger followed.
"Let go, asshole!" Leaf shouted, trying to escape from his grasp. While attempting to twist away, she smacked her head on the wall as he tried to pull her into the apartment. "Ouch!"
"Hey! Get your hands off of her, asshole!" Saint shouted, jumping over to where Leaf was. She held a can of spray paint in her left hand, but she swung her right fist, hitting him in the face with a hard punch and causing him to let Leaf go. Then, she swung her left hand around, spraying a blast of paint into his face.
"Let's bounce!" she said to Leaf, grabbing her friend's arm and flying as fast as her feet could carry her.
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 31, 2009 18:51:48 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy Yeah, that's true. I guess you could always crash at my place... if you don't mind living in a disaster zone.
The brunette laughed and pushed some of her hair out of her eyes. "Baby, I'll come prepared; if you know what I mean.'' Turning her head, Leaf flased Saint a wide grin and a cheeky wink before turning her attention back to the mural. Until they heard the footsteps.
Her head swam and her prepheral vision faded momentarily, as soon as her head collided with the wall. Having not expected him to be so forceful and full of strength, Leaf let go and relaxed herself as much as possible so that she seemed like an awful lot of dead weight to the elderly man. Unfortunately she weighed next to nothing and it didn't seem to work very well.
Hey! Get your hands off of her, asshole!
Leaf heard Saint shout as her prepheral vision faded for several moments. She heard the familiar sound of Saint's shoes on the floor right in front of where she was standing and the sounds of a fist whooshing through the air and connecting with solid flesh. Then she was falling sideways.
Let's bounce!
A hand grabbed her arm and suddenly she was on the move; her vision clearing up the faster they moved away from the guy that Saint had just assulted.
"At least if he calls the cops; we can say that it was all in self-defense, right?" Her voice quivered slightly as they continued to run down the fire escape's staircase, to the bottom. "The wall did more damage to me than I did to it, or more damage to me than you did to him, or -" Leaf lost her balance and went crashing to the ground; she'd somehow managed to trip over her own feet at the same time.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Aug 8, 2009 15:41:48 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "At least if he calls the cops; we can say that it was all in self-defense, right?"
Even though they were on the run, Saint threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. She couldn't help it. All of the adrenaline was pumping through her and this was the rush she had been waiting for all night.
"Damn fucking straight! And he'll have a nice fist-mark on his face for the next few days, too. Asshole deserved it!" she shouted back in the direction of their adversary.
"The wall did more damage to me than I did to it, or more damage to me than you did to him, or -"
Her friend lost her balance, tumbling down the fire escape and causing the adrenaline to be replaced by panic. She loved the thrill, but it didn't come before the safety of Leaf or any of her friends, for that matter.
"Leaf!? Leaf!? Harlequin!" Saint shouted, rushing down to where her friend had fallen.
This was all her fault. How could she have been so stupid? She put her best friend in danger just for a laugh. Maybe her life was worth it, but not Leaf's. God, everything the vocalist started ended in disaster. It was her curse and right now, she hoped it didn't cause her best friend serious harm, or worse...
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Aug 10, 2009 5:31:28 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy Damn fucking straight! And he'll have a nice fist-mark on his face for the next few days, too. Asshole deserved it!
Despite the situation, Leaf couldn't help but laugh louder than usual as they continued to fly down the steps of the fire escape to, well... escape. Unfortunately though, she lost her balance and tumbled down the rest of the stairs, coming to a stop at the bottom in a heap.
Leaf!? Leaf!? Harlequin!
The brunette heard her friends voice but it seemed so distant. She couldn't feel any pain, or maybe she was numb, but she knew for definite that there was no blood because she didn't feel any wet patches. Leaf pulled herself into a sitting position and checked her body for any cuts and scrazes. There was a single bruise on the side of her hand, going down her wrist and half way up her forearm. But that was it.
"S'all good, I'm okay." The guitarist got shakily to her feet and turned around to face Saint; hearing the panic in her voice. "Don't worry about me, sweetie; I'm fine. Just a bruise." She said, turning her arm over to see the color of the bruise. "Maybe it'll teach us for being so reckless and annoying." Leaf laughed, she needed to laugh to shake off the shakey feeling.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Aug 25, 2009 16:31:39 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] There was no response. Saint's heart immediately began to beat faster and it felt like it was going to explode, or pop right out of her chest.
"S'all good, I'm okay."
The words didn't register to the redhead, who was flying down the stairs at an impressive rate, being careful not to fall and find herself in Leaf's situation. When she finally got to the bottom where Leaf was, she was out of breath, but she didn't notice. Her eyes raked over her friend, looking for injuries.
"Don't worry about me, sweetie; I'm fine. Just a bruise."
The singer was still in a state of shock, but she did let out a sigh of relief that her friend was fine. Without think, she ran over to Leaf and hugged her tightly. "Thank fucking God. I thought for sure we'd be taking a trip to the hospital, or even worse..."
She didn't want to let go of her friend, because standing there, hugging her, reminded her that Leaf was there. They both were. They were both alive, despite all of their crazy antics and what not. That was a miracle within itself.
"Maybe it'll teach us for being so reckless and annoying."
Still hugging her, Saint replied. "God, I'm so stupid. I never should have... I'm supposed to... jeeze, I'm so sorry, Leaf."
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Aug 25, 2009 17:09:46 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy To be honest, Leaf hadn't really noticed that she'd been falling until she hit the ground hard and everything started to hurt, then it stopped and she felt nothing. She did, briefly, wonder if there was no pain to feel when death draw up, but quickly pushed all manners of those thoughts away to one side when she heard footsteps behind her.
At least the bruise would fade in a few days or so and that there wasn't any lasting damage. She was thankful for having not fallen too hard on the ground and that her arm had gotten in the way, otherwise... well the alternative she didn't want to think about.
A pair of arms flung themselves around her small frame. Momentarily stunned, Leaf took a tiny step backwards and then placed her arms around her friends small frame, returning the hug.
Thank fucking God. I thought for sure we'd be taking a trip to the hospital, or even worse...
"I did wonder why I felt numb, free of pain for a moment..." Leaf admitted as they continued to stand there, hugging one another. At least they were both still alive, right?
God, I'm so stupid. I never should have... I'm supposed to... jeeze, I'm so sorry, Leaf.
"Hey, hey, calm down Saint, it's okay. I promise." She gave her red headed friend a light squeeze. "It's not your fault that I lost my footing and it was my idea to fuck with the asshole, not yours. You get that, yeah? It's not your fault, you don't need to be sorry; I should be for making you panic like that." Leaf placed a gentle peck on Saint's cheek.
"I'm sorry I made you panic."
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Post by Saint Michaels on Aug 25, 2009 18:20:16 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "I did wonder why I felt numb, free of pain for a moment..."
Saint didn't even want to think about it. What would she do if she lost Leaf? The redhead just didn't know how to answer that question. If she lost any of her friends, she just didn't know how life could continue for her.
"Hey, hey, calm down Saint, it's okay. I promise."
Maybe it was okay. However, she just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Leaf squeezed her back and even though Saint tried not to think about it, she couldn't help it. Damn her crazy brain.
"It's not your fault that I lost my footing and it was my idea to fuck with the asshole, not yours. You get that, yeah? It's not your fault, you don't need to be sorry; I should be for making you panic like that."
Leaf placed a peck on her cheek, but even after trying to reassure her, the guilt still didn't subside. Why was it that everything good that happened to her ended up getting hurt? What was it about her?
"I'm sorry I made you panic."
"No, don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I'm just glad you're okay."
She didn't want to fight with Leaf over whose fault it was since it would get them nowhere, but the sinking feeling hadn't gone away and she didn't think it would for a while. This would stick with her, how she almost killed her friend.
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