Post by dylan ann mazani on Jun 11, 2012 15:22:13 GMT -5
gonna make you bend and break
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Reckless. She felt reckless. She felt crazy, insane, stupid, and reckless. And the best part of it all? She didn't care. For once in her life, Dylan Mazani didn't care. She needed to get out, to have a little fun, and if she had to do it alone then that was fine by her. She was sick of the school, sick of her dorm, sick of rejection, and sick of pretending. Dylan was a strange woman, full of potential and high hopes and yet she was willing to throw it all away or to box it all up because someone told her to. But tonight was different. Tonight, Dylan had taken off from the Academy, disappearing past the gates with her power as a reason to keep her from being taken or stopped. She had never been out in the city on her own, and being from London, the differences were great. She had been attracted like a moth to this club. The lights and the sounds were enough to bring in the girl, but also enough to make her much more cautious. She had a fake ID, hell, what kid didn't these days? The girl wasted not time, flashed her ID and was let through. She didn't break a sweat, didn't show any sort of nerves. Her stomach didn't even tie in a not. Nothing felt out of place here or within her. Dylan was being reckless and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. Had James have been there or Winter the man in her life... maybe she wouldn't have been out here. Maybe. But right now it didn't matter. The lights of the club weren't blinding, hell the only real light here were the flashing ones and the ones that would have killed an epileptic. She didn't mind being a part of this scene, so long as she didn't make it a ritual. It was one of those things you had to experience at least once in your life, and seeing as her life could have been ended at any moment... well Dylan didn't feel like putting things off anymore. She probably would have found the regrets tomorrow or a week from now, but tonight there would be no regrets, no troubles. The girl rose her eyes up to the lights above her, her bright brown eyes twinkling under the bright lights and it wasn't long before she found herself approached by a shady bloke, one she probably would never have thought of talking to or having talked to her had he not have been wasted. But she didn't send him off, and instead did the exact opposite, but not without taking a precaution first. Her mind wandered and she pictured a mold of herself and then expanded it by a few inches. It was a thick barrier, one that couldn't have been broken unless she wanted it to be broken, and one that she wouldn't use lightly. The one thing the girl was happy about was that, like most humans, they didn't notice the wings of an angel. So her large black wings behind her where more like a distant shadow than any real threat. The man before her though quickly lost her interest, having nothing more to say or suggest than attempting to coax her out of the club, so wasted himself that he could hardly notice that the girl before him was not one that was wasted or any where near willing to leave the club yet. And her age... well her age seemed to give him no worries or threats because he seemed to figure he was dealing with some girl who wanted nothing more than a man to take her and take her then and there. Dylan on the other hand, intended on being here for awhile, and while she wasn't looking for a man to sweep her off her feet, she was indeed interested in filling the void that she felt in her chest. Matthew Winter had sent her away in attempts to protect himself, and James Morin seemed to have other things on his mind, a friendship really. Therefore, what she wanted wouldn't have mattered. Never did. Dylan Mazani, hybrid, unwanted, rejected, and alone. What a pretty little victim she made, didn't she? |
CREDIT TO OH HAI JENNERS ?! OF CAUTION 2.0
