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[Gianna Vitani Léon]

HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?

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--Edgy was a huge understatement when it came to how Gia was feeling. She had gone to some yuppie audition and now she was feeling shitty. Really shitty, mostly because she went against her gut instinct. Gia was in the alley way that lead into the back door of the pound. It was usually where they told you to take the fighting. When they said take it outside..they really meant it. She shook her head in frustration and paced back to the spot she was standing in repetitively. Her gut had told her that they had made their mind up as soon as she walked onto the stage. Her leather jacket and beat up purse. The visible tattoo's on her body and her satin black ballet shoes. All the way down to her black nail polish. Thinking about their faces made her chew down on the side of her cheek so hard, it felt like her teeth would crack from the pressure.

--Gia closed her eyes and it was like she was playing over her audition in her mind. She hated herself for thinking their was any hope in her performance. Gia knew she was a dancer. She danced in most of the bars around her godforsaken town and even in the city. She had been dancing since she was a little girl and had perfect positioning. Yet, it didn't stop them from taking one look at her and wondering if she carried a knife around with her....which she always did. "Such fucking bullshit!" Gia roared sending a clenched fist right into the dirty dark red bricks, again, again and again until she was panting. Her anger was coursing through her like poison, controlling her. Kicking at the wall with the scuffed tips of her boot. Breathing heavily now that her adrenaline was reaching that comforting level, where you wouldn't feel anything you were doing. Gia looked down at her knuckles in the dim light of the security lamp. They were ashy white, red seeping into the cracked imprints on her knuckles. She made a fist against and watched as the skin stretched over them. What she would give if she could catch one of those asshole administration people and knock the teeth into their throat.

--The veins on her body seemed to pop up, the one on her neck pushing up against her skin. She felt hot now and even a bit high from her anger. It felt like she had a caged lion inside of her fighting to make itself known. Gia wondered if one of her brothers would be up for a little one on one. She needed to hurt someone, or at least fight them. Then again she could just be a bitch when she goes into the pound and see if any fishy bite the bait. Gia unzipped her leather jacket that clung to her, locking up the heat of her body. Walking inside of the bar she silently went to the back corner booth. As she sat down she pulled the rosary she wore out from the middle of the V on her gray v-neck shirt. Times like these she wondered where her ex was...he was always a nice punching bag. All she wanted was to get away from this town and become something, people just stood in her fucking way! Gia filled her mouth with air and blew out hard as she flicked her hand in the air for someone to ask her what she wanted to drink. If anyone gave her attitude in this place tonight, she was going to have to cave their face in.

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[Nathaniel Phillip Evans]

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OH MY GOD I JUST CAN'T HANDLE THIS, LOST MYSELF INSIDE A DRUNKEN KISS

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IT HADN'T EXACTLY BEEN a day to remember in the Evans household. Not for Nate, anyway. It was days like these when he was glad the family estate wasn't the place he called home, anymore. There was nothing at all resembling a feeling of comfort and love that was typical in a 'home' in the Evans estate. He knew that calling the nice, upscale apartment he'd rented after graduation his own home was a bit of an untruth, but it was better than the alternative. His father paid for the apartment since, though Nate was out of college as of a few days ago, he was starting medical school in the fall and that fell under the category of 'student' for Michael Evans Sr. Which meant it wasn't quite time for Nate to pay his own way yet. If Sr. had had his way, Nate would still be living at home but you couldn't pay the young man enough to keep him in that house one day more then necessary. Something he had been reminded of sharply today when he'd taken a chance and stepped back into the family fold, only to have his efforts tossed back in his face.

THEN TO TOP IT ALL OFF, Rachel had walked in on the aftermath of his blowup with his father and his brother. Most would think that Rachel would be the one person who would show him sympathy, being his twin and all, but that wasn't the case. She didn't take him any more seriously than his older family did and she just made things worse today. Sure he probably deserved it considering some of the things he said to her, but right now his anger was blaming it all on her and the rest of his family. Since he couldn't fum in the estate anymore, thanks to Rachel, and he didn't want to go back to the apartment his father paid for, that left one last place that he knew he could go to brood. So he headed for the pound. It wasn't the safest place to hide from Rachel except he knew thanks to their run in earlier that she wouldn't be working that night. Which meant it would be suitably sister free and booze full. And that was really all he cared about tonight. If something else was there to distract him, that was all the better.

HE CHOSE TO WALK TO The Pound from the estate, partly because he knew he wouldn't be in a shape to drive when he left and partly because he wanted to use the time to clear his head. The goal was to blunt his anger and to calm his nerves a little bit but all it did was give him plenty of time to replay the fights in his head and hone his temper. By the time he got to the pound he was just a mess. Close to snapping, just wanting to brood and drink. He walked faster, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he walked. The town gradually got more and more run down as he got closer to South Street. He was familiar with this part of town thanks to often visiting Rachel at work. Or using that as an excuse to come flirt with the girls that worked there. Finally he saw the sign for the bar at the end of the block. He quickened his pace a little, restless to just get there. He ignored the heads that turned his way as he swooped in, the door slamming behind him. He didn't head to the bar as he normally did, instead he headed to an empty booth in a shaded corner, the only empty one next to one where a woman he didn't recognize sat. He shrugged out of his jacket so he sat just in his t-shirt, the heat of the bar quickly got to him. One of the waitresses was on her way to the back, heading toward the woman in the booth behind him. But he wasn't in the mood to wait. He reached out and caught the waitress by the arm, grinning charmingly up at her. The irritated look that had covered her face at the touch smoothed as she met his eyes and she abandoned her direction to move to his table, taking his order and heading back to the bar, eager to please the handsome stranger in the booth.

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STATUS: finished
TAGGED: jumping in with gia
WORDS: 742
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LYRICS: champagne's for celebrating (i'll have a martini) by mayday parade
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[Gianna Vitani Léon]

HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?

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--Gia felt like she had placed her order hours ago. How hard was it to get her her drink and a bottle of liquor with an empty shot glass. When she had placed her order, she noticed the girl was new. To say that Gia was polite to her would really be stretching it. Gianna didn't care for girls and she never would. Most of them were just trouble waiting to happen and she didn't need any more of that in her life. The girl looked like she was scoping the area for guys have the time. It really was desperate in her opinion and it made women in general look weak. Men already thought that they could stroll up to a woman, be charming and then they could have any which way with them. Well, they were dead wrong because women just so happened to be stronger then that. It made her think of one of the judges from the place she auditioned at. The guy placing his hand on her shoulder and giving her that look. It disgusted her that he would act so pompous then pull her to the side to see if she could negotiate something with him...something physical then he could see what he could do.

--It made her sick to her stomach all over again. There was no way she could go back there after the scene she caused. No one believed that he was trying to come onto her of course. With his hidden words about how she could come and show him a private audition. Gianna clenched her eyes shut and tilted her face towards the shaded wooden table. The tingling feeling of pushing her tongue against her teeth made her focus more on the feeling of her body then what her mind was showing her flashes of. Gia just wanted her mind to go blank and not have a chance to relive what happened back there. The table vibrated as she thumped her heel on the ground. She was growing impatient with this newbie server. Where was that girl Maggie when you needed a drink? She wasn't Gia's favorite person because of the way she acted, but she always brought her drinks without attitude and the only words she said was 'what'll you have?'. The only words she wanted to hear really.

--Her eyes drifted over towards the girl. It made Gia want to tell a cruel joke like 'how many servers does it take to get an order right or even on time?' It rang through her mind and if that bottle didn't settle on the wood of this damn table fast enough then she was going to get her order of sarcasm, heavy on the bitch. Just as she was coming over someone grabbed her by the arm. Gia's eyes were concentrated on the girl and the moment she was pulled away, the blur of the person sitting in the other booth became crystal clear. The fire within her rose up into her throat when she saw that the server scampered off with Gia's first drink still on the tray. Gia laughed to herself. It wasn't an amused laugh, but one that meant her buttons had been pushed so hard that they were stuck. Her hand held onto the side of her table and she slid herself out of the booth, leaving her jacket behind. Gia walked right up to his table and could feel the eyes of the card players following her. She usually sat with them and they knew something must be up if she was looking for some alone time. Clenching her fist she knocked on his table like it were a door. "Real nice fucking trick you pulled with that fucktard...now its gonna cost you. I really really hope you enjoyed that small moment because my drink is going to be on your tab. Do you have a problem with that? pretty boy" Gia looked directly into his eyes and she could really care less if he was attractive, he looked far too pure and pampered to stroke her fancy. She wondered if he had any spine at all and was testing those exact waters by the edge in her voice. If he couldn't wait two seconds for that dumb ass broad to place a drink at Gia's table then she was going to make sure she got some satisfaction.

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WORDCOUNT 983
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LYRICS BY danny elfman
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[Nathaniel Phillip Evans]

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IF RACHEL HAD BEEN there, she would know that there was something deeply wrong with Nate. How? Well it just wasn't normal for him not to check out the waitress' ass as she walked away. But tonight he didn't. The only thing he wanted from that waitress tonight was a bottle of jack and a shot glass. To anyone who known him that would have tipped them off to the fact that he was not himself. And to be honest, he hadn't been himself for a while. Not since he came back to Walten at the very least. The Nate Evans that had left at the beginning of the summer was not the same man that was sitting in the bar tonight. He hadn't though he could change this much just because of some girl. After all, he used to be the guy that moved from girl to girl in a fairly regular rotation. He'd never gotten as caught up as he was now and there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe that was having a worse effect on him than anything else. It wasn't in his nature to just accept something and move on. He wasn't used to not fighting something until he got his way. Not unless his father was involved and confrontations he lost with his father had never exactly turned out well.

ONCE THE WAITRESS WAS a step away from his table, his attention was off her. If he had been watching her, he would have noticed the pout on her lips as she realized he wasn't interested and he might even have been amused. But instead his eyes had lowered to the table to stare at the grain in the wood as one of his hands rose to his neck, pulling a chain out from under his shirt. Hanging from the chain was a ring that was too small to fit on his fingers and too delicate to belong to a man at all. And it never had. His fingers toyed unconsciously with the ring - a habit he had picked up in the last few weeks since he had taken to wearing the ring. When he was bored or trying to avoid thinking about something - like his fight with his father and Rachel - the act of playing with the ring pulled his mind away completely. But the new thoughts weren't any better and right now they were just putting him in a worse mood. He couldn't help but think about the last time he'd seen this ring on her finger or when she'd given it to him to hold onto. He wasn't supposed to keep it forever but he would now. She wouldn't be coming to claim it and as far as he saw, that was all his own damn fault.

IT TOOK ABOUT HALF a second for his attention to leave the dive bar he was in completely for the memory he was dwelling on. He didn't hear the other patrons anymore, he didn't see the waitresses all looking wistfully in his direction as they passed. Until a sharp rap on his table pulled him out of his depressed musings, he didn't notice anything at all. He didn't jump at the sharp sound, but his eyes refocused on the table quickly. More importantly, they focused on the hand now resting on the table. It was clearly a woman's hand, slender and delicate. He raised his eyes slowly, looking up at the woman now standing beside his table. Before he left town, his features would have been graced with a charming smirk and he would have been sweeping her off her feet before her eyes met his. Today, though, his eyes met hers silently and his only reaction to her bitchy words were to raise his eyebrows for a moment. He was torn. Part of him didn't have the heart for this fight right now, the last thing he wanted to deal with was some PMSing stranger who was having a bad day. On the other hand, this girl seemed like she might be as ready for a fight as he was and the idea of getting his anger out on someone he wasn't related to was appealing. In the end, his new self-destructive tendencies got the better of him. "No problem at all, sweetheart," he said gracefully as the waitress chose now to slip up to the table and set down his bottle of Jack and shot glass before she skittered away. "In fact, I'll do you one better. I'll take care of all your drinks to night, and I'll even pick up the tab for whatever John you pick to head home with," he added with the shadow of a sarcastic smirk as he poured himself a shot and knocked it back with ease.

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STATUS: complete
TAGGED: jumping in with Gia
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LYRICS: Champagne's For Celebrating by Mayday Parade
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ Caution; edited by me

[Gianna Vitani Léon]

HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?

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--Growing up..Gianna never really dealt with anyone nor learned to deal with anyone without violence. She had always been the type to express her opinion as she pleased. If she wanted something..then she had to work hard for it and not stop until she actually achieved that something. When everyone was speaking at the same time...she had to learn how to stand out and speak above the crowd. Living most of your life in an orphanage isn't all its cracked up to be. She wasn't dealing with any Miss Hannigan's..or god loving nuns..no..the people at the orphanage cared about the children as much as one could care for pebble in their shoe. The only reason parents even chose her for foster homes was because she had a pretty face. Good enough to pass her off as one of their beautiful kids...with a bit of dolling up of course. Gia never lasted with those parents. They were too soft and she was already damaged. Mostly what's wrong with who she is...is her destructive ways. If something goes good for her...then she pulls out before it can go horribly wrong. Why? because most of the time the bottom of her life always fell out...some way or another.

--Luck was never on her side and she was starting to get used to that feeling. Something in her was fighting against it...a burn to achieve and prove everyone wrong. A chance to fix her broken ways....but that only happened in her dreams. Today was just another weight on her shoulders...another brick wall posted up in front of her that she had to hack herself through. On top of that...the waitress had to remind her that she always came second. She came second in her affections to her actual parents...she came second to her brother..she wasn't more important then someones job...or important enough to forget that past and just concentrate on her...now she wasn't enough of a significant customer to even grab the attention of some dim witted back trash waitress that knew for damn sure that Gia had been waiting there long before her pretty boy came strolling into the bar. The flames in her body licked at the sides of gut as she grew angry. The only thing she could think of is approaching the jack ass that took the attention away and let him know what his prize was for distracting the attention of the waitress.

--Most women..and possibly most of the waitresses that were looking in his direction..would have thought it were crazy to even talk to a man such as himself in that way. Most women were not like Gia though. She could care less about the way a person looked...the top thing that mattered was to know if someone could actually handle the type of person that you were and even compliment it in some way. By looking at this guy....Gia had a feeling that she could flip him like a flap jack without any trouble. Narrowing her eyes at him..she waited for a response. All he did for a moment was raise his eyebrows at her as if he couldn't understand the words coming out of her mouth. Gia wondered if this guy was truly a dumb ass if he couldn't get that she was pissed off because now she had to wait for her drink since the waitress only has the attention span of a gold fish. "Do I look like a fucking sweetheart to you?"

[/b] Gia hated being called anything remotely sweet...even if it was in a heavily sarcastic tone. Honey...baby...darling..sweet cheeks...mami and especially sweetheart. Turning her attention to the waitress, she rolled her eyes and faced her body towards her. She spotted her patron anjeo tequila bottle and snatched it from the serving tray. "Run along...there's obviously nothing for you...on his tab."[/b] Gia folded her hand twice into her palm in a shoo-ing motion towards the woman. It was so obvious that the guy wasn't interested in her and that was a little satisfying...all the servant like speedy delivery shit and she didn't even get another glance from him. Sitting down with her bottle and shot glass she smirked. "I'll hold you to that then"[/b] She said with the same sort of snippy dark tone. So she hadn't gotten the exact sort of attitude that would set her off...especially since there was obviously something up with this guy. He seemed pissed off...but not enough to engage in even an argument with her...but enough to drown himself with a bottle of Jack. You only drink something that's 80 proof when you want to wash something away....Gia should know since she was doing the same thing.

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