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Post by jacob tyler. on Jul 20, 2009 1:32:31 GMT -5
 Seattle, Washington. A place that the young man known as Jacob Tyler could say he knew very well. A place he'd inhabited for, what was it, a little over five years, now. When he'd first moved there, he'd been rather disappointed by the lack of sunshine. But other than that, it had been a pretty okay place. Never had it let him down the way it had a month ago. The earthquake was still fresh in his mind. It had started out just like any other day, but had quickly turned into a complete disaster. Jacob had been at work at the time. And when things began to fall from the shelves, and Jake fell to the floor, smashing the bottles he'd been holding, he knew something was terribly wrong. Following a couple of other people's leads, he'd dove under a table, avoiding the falling debris and glass as best he could. The young man had never experienced an earthquake before and he couldn't exactly say that it had been pleasant in the least. And honestly, he hoped to never be a part of one again. It was safe to say that he wasn't going to be moving to California any time soon.
As soon as it was over, he'd begun making calls to make sure everyone was alright. His family had reassured him that they were all fine. But when he'd called Juliet Hayes, a girl who was very special to him, she hadn't answered. After his sixth redial, he'd started to really worry. Even if he hadn't actually been in an earthquake before, he knew the things that could happen. Especially after having gone outside and seeing the damage it had created. Much of the city had turned to ruins. Jake was just lucky the building he'd been in had had a strong structure. Questions began to circulate in his mind. Was it possible that something had happened to her? Was she injured? Or worse? The thoughts alone had been agonizing. As soon as he'd left work, he'd made his way to her apartment. However, he had had to spend a few hours in traffic. The entire time he'd been contemplating on what could have happened, dialing her phone what seemed like every thirty seconds. When he'd finally arrived, he had been a little more than relieved to see that she was just fine.
As the days passed by from that point on, however, Jacob had seemed to get busier and busier. His family had decided to move back to Australia after this event. Jake had opted to stay in Seattle, though. Not wanting to leave it. This meant he had to finally get his lazy self into gear and find his own apartment. Once he'd selected it, the moving in process had taken a great deal of time and energy. The boy also volunteered to help his family pack things up for their big move. On top of that, he'd been selected to help in cleaning up his workplace. All of this had seemed to be long and drawn out to the point where he wondered if life would ever get back to normal. He and Juliet had been able to see little of each other over this time and they'd agreed to a dinner date when they were both free one night. Jake had tried, he really had, to make it seem like he hadn't just gotten two hours of sleep the night before and had been busy the entire day. Unfortunately, he'd been about ready to fall asleep in his plate. Something Juliet did not miss.
She'd asked him what was wrong, but apparently his feeble 'nothing' had not been what she was looking for. After that ensued one of their most annoying and drawn out fights. He was sure that the exhaustion and stress had been a contributing factor. It wasn't like Jake to go out drinking every night, but he'd felt he needed it and on this particular night, he'd gone just a little too far. Ending up completely smashed. And in this clouded state of mind, there was only one place he could think of to go. And that was miss Juliet's apartment. Of course he needed to apologize. Once he'd arrived, he tried very hard to remember which apartment was hers. It had taken Jacob a few attempts to actually get up the flight of stairs as he seemed to trip over nothing, smacking his face into a step. "Owww. Bloody stairs." He'd slurred to himself. After finally making up to the proper floor, he'd began to shout for Juliet. "JUUUUUUUULEEESSSSS. JULIEEEEEET." Vaguely remembering which apartment was hers, he found the door and fell into it. "JUUUULLLLLEESSS." Who knew how many people he was waking up in the middle of the night... or was it morning? Jake honestly had no idea. All he knew that that he needed her to open the door. Right then.
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Post by juliet hayes. on Jul 21, 2009 2:34:07 GMT -5
 -------Days went by when she wondered where time went. It was a flighty thing when you wanted to grasp it, and it stuck to you like glue when it should have been running. Besides the consistent downpour of Seattle rain, Juliet seemed to find it easy to cry herself to sleep than just lay there and wonder if she'd ever be whole again. That was his job, wasn't it? To be there to comfort her when she needed it most – right now. Then again, when was she there for him? Not that he'd let her... he was so busy with everything else lately. It began to worry Juliet in a sense of deep mourning for something that they once had and lost. It had happened to her before, after all. She didn't open her heart easily, as she over-thought everything. Her life hung on a string of misconception, death, and love. Detail was just a subtitle in a category. What Juliet couldn't explain was what haunted her until she could. This, lately, came in the form of a rather bothersome emptiness that plagued her heart. Juliet didn't know how to give her whole heart anymore – it was so difficult to understand the real meaning of opening up when everything this past month had screamed at her the opposite. Close yourself, or you'll perish just like the rest of this town.
-------It was easy to see that the earthquake from a month ago had not yet destroyed her, but was gnawing away at her sanity. Edge by edge it went as the mouth of a mouse chewing away at the seams of her perfectly constructed blouse. When she tried to understand, she just faltered. Juliet didn't want to understand. This had happened for a reason, right? There had to be an explanation for so many lives demolished along with the buildings of Seattle. Ruins were strewn across the town, most of the buildings sitting upright after long hours of construction. Still, Juliet felt as if she herself had not yet been worked on. She still lay in a mess of debris and rubble, searching for more than what she could find. Her mind wandered back to Jake at times like these, wondering if she had taken it all for granted; his love for her was undying. She wanted to believe this, to grasp the concept of said love. Her mind seemed to doubt everything that was happening more than it usually did, and this often diluted the luring whispers of her heart she so enjoyed following. She found that these were the paths her eyes followed down but her mind made her forget in times of doubt and great attention to detail.
-------The dinner had been a disaster. Whether it was due to stress or hormones, Juliet's tension snapped and her mouth vomited a rainbow of words that were a little less than beautiful. Then she scrambled home, her mind throbbing with regret and resentment to not only herself but to Jake, whom she knew she loved with all of her heart. As if by some divine act of fate, Tyson showed up at her door, a worried expression blinking across his face before his expression resumed its slightly arrogant facade. She did her best to keep the tears anchored inside her eyes, but they seemed to spill faster than they had without Ty there, and so he comforted her as she poured her heart out to him again. He was there when she needed him – that stability neither of them had, but could provide for each other. He was the big brother she needed. So, he lay in her spare bedroom and she on her couch. The bed inside of her room had already accumulated enough memories to drive her away from it when misery leaked into she and Jake's relationship. So she lay there, finding comfort in the fact that Tyson was just in the other room, snoring loudly. It was the sound of this – surprisingly – that lulled her to sleep.
-------Something slammed against the door. Juliet bolted upright, staring at the door just feet away from her. Then some yelling ensued. "JUUUUUUUULEEESSSSS. JULIEEEEEET." Her heart jumped into her throat as she realized who it was. Jake, screaming at the top of his lungs at – Juliet looked at the clock on the table next to the couch – three in the morning? Oh God, Juliet thought to herself. Is he drunk?. her question was answered with another elongated version of her name being yelled at the top of his Australian lungs. As if the neighbors didn't hate her enough, now she had a drunk Australian nearly knocking her door over at three in the morning. She could already hear the protests of many people on her second floor, their blankets rustling and their annoyed voices jumbling words together with sleep. Juliet ran to the door, her arms and legs instantly chilled due to the shorts and tank she was wearing. She opened the door, gasping and stepping back as Jake fell in front of her. “Jake,” Juliet said in a fierce whisper. “Jake, what the hell are you doing here?” Not only was she furious with him, but on top of that, he had quickly become the center of misery. What is his fucking problem? Juliet thought scathingly, sure if she said it aloud he wouldn't exactly understand her. Oh, this would be fun.
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Post by tyson carter. on Jul 21, 2009 3:35:35 GMT -5
 NO CHAIN NO LOCK THIS TRAIN WON'T STOP
and we got no friends no doubt all in balls out fortunately for tyson business had called him interstate for a week during the time of the earthquake that shattered and, for the most part, destroyed his new home of seattle. returning a few days after the horrible event, tyson could just barely believe the change that had taken place. here in the queen city he had taken residence little over a year ago, a choice purely based upon proximity to his sister and the career opportunity that had conveniently opened. of course, he had been careful and only took a tentative position in the beginning; just to see how he liked the city and all that. but clearly there had been little to complain about and he had taken on the position full time. as time went by, seattle grew on him quite well as he found himself actually enjoying what the city had to offer and the people that he’d had the delight of meeting. those people had been in the foremost of his mind as he went through his contact list and called them one after another. to say the least, the list wasn’t very long but those who were on it, had been very important to him. at the top of the list had been his biological little sister, leighton carter. once it was confirmed she would be aright, the female he rather fancied as the little sister he’d missed out on having was contacted.
the fact that he had so swiftly thought of her in such a time seemed to concrete whatever previous acquaintance they had once had. originally he had not thought of her as such an important aspect within his life, she was just that troubled girl he’d helped out once a while too long ago. that girl he saw every now and then around the city. he could remember the moment as clear as day, the moment he hung up and stared at his phone. the electronic device displaying her face at him as it confirmed the call had ended. she was more than just that girl who’s name he knew, whose name was the same as his dear mother’s. so in that month that followed, she turned from that girl to juliet, friend and ‘adopted’ sister. he found it easier to comfort her, console her, than he did with his own sister. it were almost like juliet had normal problems, the kind of problems a brother could help with; leighton, on the other hand, had something he couldn’t change, couldn’t help. god, if he could he would. if he’d somehow magically stumbled across a cure he would charge to her side, but he didn’t have the answers for leighton like he did for juliet.
it was this whole relationship that had developed between he and juliet that allowed him the comfort of rocking up to her place unannounced and finding himself a place to crash for the night. his reasoning for this was that, often when he was in juliet’s neighbourhood it just seemed easier to stay at hers than drive all the way across town to get to his. in the beginning she had been rather cruel about it, only his persistence had won her over. plus, she couldn’t honestly expect him to drive on nights when his alcohol consumption had evidently exceeded the legal limit for him to drive. these days she was far more accepting of his presence. not to mention, there were also nights like this one where he just happened to show up at the right moment. her relationship with some guy by the name of jacob, of whom he had yet to meet, was going through a rough patch and whatever issues lay there seemed to really cut into the girl. that kind of pain ty, even in a slightly drunken stupor, couldn’t leave her to deal with alone.
at some ridiculous hour of the night, or morning, whatever it was still dark, ty’s much needed sleep was interrupted. rolling over he lay awake staring at the wall for a moment or two before he recognised juliet’s voice, just a bare whisper, outside. “jake?” the name had him sitting up immediately. “what the hell are you doing here?” that had him with his jeans on and clambering towards the bedroom door. "everything ok?" he called as soon as he had the door open. not that it mattered, for within only a few short moments he was there behind juliet ready to survey the scene. his curious gaze was soon replaced however. replaced by as fierce a stare as possible though still sleep filled eyes at the heap of clothing and human in juliet’s doorway. "now that's some way to get a girl’s attention." he muttered flatly with that touch of his usual sarcasm, nothing could keep him from it. as full consciousness slowly returned to his mind, eyes drifted down the corridor to see who else may have been disturbed by their loud, smashed visitor. after all the guy had managed to stir ty from his sweet slumber, no doubt others might feel the inclination to come out and complain. "what you wanna do with him?" he spoke purely to juliet, as though the heap on the floor were as inanimate as the warm bed he'd left. the idea of throwing this supposed 'jake' back down the stairs entertaining his mind, though he knew jules probably wouldn't have a word of it.
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Post by jacob tyler. on Jul 21, 2009 18:41:41 GMT -5
It may not have been the first time that Jacob and Juliet had fought, but that didn't mean that he'd gotten used to it. It was understandable that the earthquake that had rocked Seattle had unsettled the both of them. Lives had been lost and homes destroyed. Even if no one that Jake knew too terribly well had been seriously injured, he couldn't help but mourn for those who had. Even so, the growing tension between them in the coming days had left an odd emotion in the young Aussie. He didn't like the separation that they were experiencing. It was simply because they were so busy, but it still didn't bode well with him. Any length of time that he didn't get to see her felt doubled. Especially when he was exhausted for most of this time. This was why he'd made sure to make it to the dinner that they had set up. Why would he pass up a chance to be with her when he'd barely gotten to see her for weeks. Sleep was no excuse. Besides, he was only young once, right? He'd been hoping that this dinner would be a pleasant time. For a while, he'd been mostly proven right, but it seemed that fate was going against them on this particular evening.
The ensuing fight had lead him to a friend's party for some much needed stress relief. Maybe he should have gone home just to sleep, but despite his exhaustion, he didn't want to. Very rarely did the young man turn to alcohol to solve his problems, but there was just something drawing him in. And since he had been downing the drinks at an accelerated rate, it didn't take him long to start feeling the effects. By the time he was well above the legal drinking level, he'd had it in his mind that he had to go apologize to the reason he'd come here in the first place. At least, even in his state of mind, he knew not to do any driving. Jake couldn't exactly call himself an experienced drunk driver, and he didn't particularly want to start learning now. This only left one solution. He would walk to her apartment. Lucky for him, she didn't live but a few blocks away. The amount of stumbling that he did was definitely enough to give away just what he'd been doing only moments ago. But then, there was really no one awake to see him.
Inside of his muddled mind on his short trip, he kept wondering what he would would say to her. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to leave until she forgave him! Maybe the slightly harsh words that he'd uttered during their fight had been wrong. But she'd thrown her own back at him. No matter how long they were together, or how long he knew Juliet, Jacob would never understand why they fought so easily. Before they'd officially started dating, which was an event in itself really, they'd never fought. They were always the best friends who could weather anything. And when they'd first started dating, they'd been so wrapped up in other drama that they didn't have time to fight. It was frustrating, when things like this happened. Because honestly, Jake didn't want to fight with her. He was always happiest when they were doing just the opposite. Jacob could only hope that when the stress of the earthquake subsided, they're high tempers could settle down as well.
By the time he had reached her apartment building, Jake had worked himself into a drunken pity party. So maybe he wasn't exactly going about things the best way, but at the moment, this was simply how he thought he should act. He stumbled into her door and when she opened it, he fell to the floor in her entrance way. Well, he certainly hadn't expected that to happen. Perhaps it would have been smarter to not lean on the door. He heard her angry whisper and tried to mumble and answer into the floor, but it was inaudible, even to his own ears. But this was when he heard the male voice. It definitely wasn't Juliet pretending to be a man. And he couldn't understand why she would want to in the first place. Somehow managing to struggle up off of the floor, he clutched the wall for support and made it to his feet once again. He swayed slightly as he looked from Juliet to the man who was now standing there. His gaze narrowed at the other, blurring his already cloudy vision. "I think the question is... what is he doing here?" Jacob waved his hand in Tyson's general direction.
As far as he was concerned, this man should not be at Juliet's apartment late at night. Was she really so angry at him that she would be taking home other guys? The very possibility sobered Jake slightly and he felt a pang in his abdomen. Would she go so far as to sleep with someone else? It was truly a low blow. Even if this wasn't why he was there, Jake didn't see any reason for him to be interrupting this moment.
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Post by juliet hayes. on Jul 22, 2009 2:33:41 GMT -5
-------Stumbling into an apartment (or perhaps onto a lawn gnome's pointy hat, splitting her forehead open) seemed to be more of Juliet's old forte. Now she witnessed Jacob, who had once been the life of their relationship, stumble sleepy drunk into her living room. It was as if she were in a real life Freaky Friday, only it was Tuesday night and she wasn't Jacob's daughter. Nevertheless, they still seemed to have switched places for a night, a sudden twist of fate bringing him here instead of to his own home, where he should be suffering alone. Now he had brought Juliet into it, and she could feel hot tears welling up in her eyes as he fell tot he floor with a thud. Stupid crying. Stupid men. Stupid Juliet. Painless love was almost imaginary, or perhaps completely so. Just look at what happened in Lydia Hayes' favorite play. Those “star-crossed lovers” fell dead at their own accord, miserable enough to die for each other when they were both half-dead already. It was only a matter of time before the sonnet came through, revealing its truth. Perhaps that was what this was; a sonnet waiting to be finished, tragedy awaiting every corner of their lives.
-------The fact of the mater was that Jacob was now here, and Juliet was standing over the lump of Australian that loomed in her doorway. A few people had opened their own doors, scowling in her direction. Then her neighbor came out. She was a middle-aged woman, but as crazy as a hooker on the corner of The Strip in Las Vegas. To top that off, it seemed as if she despised Juliet from the moment she laid eyes on her, quite literally. She began to rant about her ex boyfriend and then threw a shoe in the hallway. Juliet imagined this was to prove some sort of point she had, but her mind was getting Jake inside the house or out into the hallway before somebody called the building security if they hadn't already. Just as she was about to break down, beat the shit out of Jake, and possibly pack up and leave to Olympia for the night, Tyson was remembered by the Universe and came up behind Juliet. He was shirtless, and though most women were drooling over this very fact, Juliet merely glanced over it. That wasn't to say that she hadn't studied him before – she studied everyone. Detail was vital to her mind, and she had gladly taken in all of the features of Tyson Carter. His attraction had been long lost, however, and forgotten. He was still hot, but as he was an older brother to her, it was a bit weird for this to ever cross her mind.
-------Therefore, she ignored the fact that he only had a pair of jeans on and listened to his deep, twinged-with-southern voice. “Everything okay?” Juliet waited for him to discover what was on the floor. “Now, that's one way to get a girl's attention. “What do you wanna do with him?” Juliet looked disgusted, as if afraid to touch that thing on her floor. Jake got up, and Juliet took a step back to avoid his presence touching her physique. “I think the question is,” said Jake, swaying in his spot and struggling to remain on his feet. “What is he doing here,” Juliet was absolutely outraged by this statement, but she held back on him. There was no use in yelling at him now. She was tired, her body was aching, and her head throbbed with the same regret as it had before. Her temper got the best of her. “We were banging like a screen door in a hurricane,” Juliet said, just a small amount of questionable sarcasm in her voice. Juliet turned to Tyson, her arms crossed. “What I really want to do with him is throw him down five flights of stairs and watch him stumble back up again,” she said, smiling sarcastically. It soon faded and she continued, a more reasonable suggestion at play. “I think I need to let him stay here. He can crash on the couch,” she was wondering why every word she said brought a pull to her stomach, tides turning inside of it and threatening to help acids make her get sick. “He can't go home like this,” she admitted, talking as if Jake was either deaf or not there.
-------It was true – Juliet loved the boy far too much for her own good. This didn't excuse the fact that she couldn't let him wander around at night in the state that he was in. Juliet was quite amused by the fact that Jake had gotten this completely smashed. It had been a long time since she saw him like this. Perhaps the night he got pommeled by peanut-head. Ah, Andy Doyle. Someone she hadn't seen around for a while. Juliet barely remembered that party, save the fact that Jake got his poor self beat by an all-muscles-and-no-brains moron. James Ryan Morgan – that's who it was. The days of innocence were long gone. Best friends to lovers made them both week with the wretched confines of heart-to-heart. Perhaps it was best that they remain best friends. Still,. Juliet knew that she had always loved Jake. She also knew that they couldn't go back now, no matter how much they wanted to. Life was life, and they were this way for a reason. This was just another bump in the road that she had to deal with – whether she wanted to or not.
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Post by tyson carter. on Jul 22, 2009 3:31:34 GMT -5
NO CHAIN NO LOCK THIS TRAIN WON'T STOP
and we got no friends no doubt all in balls out tyson couldn’t recall when it was last that he had gone and gotten himself so smashed he was fucked up in the head. though he could remember the results of the last time he had gotten himself drunk enough to do something incredibly stupid. it had been approximately around eighteen months ago when he had been back in texas. whilst building his career in the business industry, he’d managed to get his girlfriend of about two years pregnant. of course, this was yet something else to cause what he saw as a mild and most entertaining uproar with his rather strict christian father; but it was all particularly in character for tyson as he’d spent much of his adolescence defying the man. still, after a while of thinking, ty figured the only other people he’d ever loved as much as he loved her were either dead or in the process of dying, and that was a morbid thought. so he got her a ring. of course for him to find himself in a drunken state doing something incredibly stupid, she refused not only the ring but to talk to him again. a week or so of not hearing from her, he found comfort in her best friend. apparently the best friend had her own issues to drink away and the pair of them did so together before doing each other. tyson hadn’t been able to talk nor see the one girl he had ever loved since, despite the various means of contact he had tried.
things were a little different now. he hadn’t indulged in one of his most favoured pastimes since. well, since that first month in seattle where he just grew a little to apathetic in a desperate attempt to find a sense of balance within his life. something he learnt over seven or so months, excess work and excess play did nothing to heal a pining heart. if he wanted things to be the way they had been, he needed to just move on. and he figured he was doing quite well in that department. but if he were to be honest with himself, he’d realize that the last thing he’d been doing was moving on. rather it were as if he were waiting for her; floating in a sea of nothing, going by some resemblance of a routine whilst hoping - praying - for her to come by. all this though, wasn’t something he’d ever admit to anyone, and certainly not to himself. sometimes he figured juliet had worked out some of it, but he could never be so sure. never wanted it to accidently slip out if she was aware of it. plus, if they were to be of any help to one another, he figured they needed to sort their love lives out one at a time. juliet’s was first up because, well, her issue was now quite literally at her front door whereas his was... somewhere, out there in the world.
as the other male dragged himself off he floor, tyson stepped forward on high alert. big brother ty came into play as his hands when to rest on juliet’s upper arms, almost as though he were ready to pull her out of the way should the drunkard show any sign of becoming a threat to her wellbeing. still she was a smart one and stepped back with a look plastered on her face that he would have grinned at were it shot his way. unfortunately his mind was on other things as his sceptical gaze fell on jake. from an outsider’s point of view it was really quite amusing watching the guy sway and vaguely gesture in his general direction. god, the guy was going to have a killer hangover the next day. for a first impression, it sure was something. though, he failed to see how juliet had managed to fall for the guy. recalling their discussions however, tyson knew there had to be something there. “we were banging like a screen door in a hurricane” as jules’ voice coolly responded to her... friend’s question, tyson could not help but grin. anyone who had the chance to see the pair of them in action would know better than to ever believe they would do anything more than merely fall asleep in a bed together, if that even. but it was that kind of humour that had tyson believing the girl could be blood related.
and of course, she was still out to surprise him. it were almost as though she read his mind. the cruelty of it was that the girl didn’t mean it. he’d heard enough to know that she wouldn’t willingly cause the guy any harm. "you sure? i could toss ‘im down for you?" there was no harm in double checking, just in case it was his lucky night. ty almost missed the days where he randomly started or participated in fights for the hell of it. ok, so not exactly for the hell of it but just to give his dad the shits when he returned home with either his blood matting his clothes or someone else’s. shame one look at her face would have saved him the breath, she probably would only go as far as to jest about such an idea. "you want him on your couch?" the question seemed to come out in a quizzical tone, like he didn’t understand her, as his gaze briefly passed over the place of which juliet had clearly been sleeping until they had been rudely interrupted.
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Post by jacob tyler. on Jul 22, 2009 20:05:16 GMT -5
Jacob wasn't normally the stumbling-to-someone's-apartment drunk kind of guy. In fact, had he been in a more sober state, this incident might have reminded him of a similar one that had taken place quite a few months ago. Only the stumbling drunk person had been Juliet. And she'd tripped over a lawn gnome. Which had ended up in a visit to the hospital. Jacob was just lucky he hadn't fallen backwards down the stairs. And that there was not a lawn gnome in sight. Otherwise this one may have ended in the same thing. But the young Aussie had had his own share of said hospital visits. The last time was still sharp in his mind. Thanks to a certain overly muscular man by the name of James Morgan, he'd ended up with a few stitches and a minor concussion. Maybe by now Jake should know that messing with alcohol never had a good outcome when it came to either himself or Juliet. And when they were both in the picture, things could get catastrophic. Sadly, as was completely obvious at the moment, Jake had not learned this lesson. Maybe he would eventually, but for this night, he was making all of the same mistakes again. Which was quite sad, really.
So here he was, standing in Juliet's doorway at three in the morning, drunk as he'd ever been, and now apparently there was a male model here to witness his foolishness. Just wonderful. Jake caught sight of the model resting his hands on Juliet's shoulders and a sharp pang of anger made it's way through him before turning into suspicion. The older was wrong in thinking that Jake would ever do any harm to Juliet. Even if he was drunk off his ass, he'd never lay a finger on her. “We were banging like a screen door in a hurricane,” This statement threw the intoxicated Jacob off guard and he looked to Juliet, blinking in confusion for a moment before his muddled mind registered what it meant. His eyes went as wide as a child who'd just been scorned by their parents. Unfortunately, he'd missed out on the sarcasm in her voice. His hazel gaze dropped to the floor once again and swayed threateningly, obviously moments from falling down once again. Pushed by the alcohol, Jacob felt an innate sadness running through his being.
As he stood with some difficulty, the voices of the other two were drowned out by a loud whooshing sound. Which was just fine as the both of them were pretending he was an inanimate object or a disobedient dog who couldn't understand their human language, anyway. It was then that the young man felt is if he were going to be sick. Maybe what he'd done had been a bad idea and he was starting to regret it more and more as the seconds ticked by. Juliet and the stupid model were obviously busy before he'd burst in here. He slowly raised a shaking hand to his head and ran it through his no doubt tousled hair. Quite suddenly, his sickened feeling increased and it was all he could do to clutch is stomach before he was doubled over, the cruel yet familiar feeling of vomit making it's way up and out onto Juliet's floor. When he could again, he pushed himself back up, knowing that he'd just done something he shouldn't have. "Sorry." He managed to mutter before falling backwards into the wall and sliding down it, landing in a half-conscious heap on the floor once again, looking as pathetic as he felt. Well, this had certainly been a great day.
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Post by juliet hayes. on Jul 26, 2009 9:29:16 GMT -5
-------She stood, raising her hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Behind Jake was a glass mirror she had inherited from her mother. It originally belonged to both of Lydia Hayes's twins, but somewhere along the line that plan had faded out into a mist that plagued another place. Juliet chose to keep the feelings harbored loosely in her heart about her sister to herself. It was an honest plea that kept her driven to secrecy about the sudden disappearance. Nobody understood what exactly happened to Blair Hayes, but Juliet knew she was dead. Optimism hadn't ever been a trait that the first Hayes twin had. Everything had to be extremely straight-forward and as-a-matter-of-fact. There was no beating around the bush when it came to many things – almost everything, she thought dully to herself as Jacob's wary eyes fell upon Tyson scrutinizingly. To make matters just slightly more confusing for the pathetic Australian mess in front of her, Tyson rested his hands on her shoulders, guiding her backwards, where she had already been going. Juliet knew what was going on in Jacob Tyler's head. That other guy. Just as it was in Tyson's head. In Tyson's short-lived thoughts, however, lived a more humble thought. Tyson wasn't exactly the most understanding person, but he did try to get things. He was also referring to Jake as the other male in his mind, but in a sense that was completely logical. Tyson had worthy reasoning in this case (as was not so in so many other cases) and deserved skepticism of Jake. Seeds of doubt were constantly planted in Jake's mind, as if Juliet's loyalties should be questioned. This was something she would discuss with him when he woke up, or perhaps after he came to when she knocked him out with a blow to the head after he awoke this afternoon.
-------Juliet's comment about what hadn't really happened in bed at all seemed to upset Jake, and his sad expression let a pang of guilt chip away at her already pining heart. There was no explaining at all, for Tyson's next comment came out in a tone Juliet had heard so many times before that it had become a second-nature thing to simply raise her eyebrow at him and cross her arms with defensive demeanor. By now his hands had left her shoulders, and she was standing beside him, Jake still staring miserably at the floor. He looked awry, his long hair thick with a layer of grease, and disheveled. It stuck up at odd angles. There were bags under his eyes, Juliet now saw in the hall light. She shut the door when she thought of it and flipped on the light next to her door, so that the living room of her well-sized apartment was illuminated. He looked worse in this light, and another pang of guilt washed through her. Juliet realized she still hadn't answered Tyson's question verbally, but rather did so with her facial expression and body language. She decided he needed her to say something to make it final. “Yes, I want him on my couch,” Juliet said hotly, her tone stressing 'couch' as if it were something Tyson needed to have spelled out in order to understand. “I just said that, didn't I?” She was both frustrated and exhausted, having barely slept at all in th past three hours. This made her especially snappy and cranky, which was why she thought it was expected by Ty that she would be a bit curt with him. More than usual, anyway. “Don't look at me that way. He's my boyfriend, what do you want me to do?” Juliet could already tell he was opening his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. “Don't answer that,”
-------Then many things happened at once. First, Ty's eyes fell over Jake. A loud banging shook her door, and Juliet could tell a heavy hand fell on it many times impatiently. Then Jake hurled his alcohol and other contents of his stomach onto her white carpet. Juliet, unable to move or speak, just stared and wondered if she should blink or pinch herself to make sure all of it had actually happened. Three more pounds shook the door, and Jake slid against the wall, sitting down next to the door and muttering his apology, which certainly wasn't enough. “Oh my God,” Juliet said, barely above a whisper, her cold, bare arms still crossed and covered in goosebumps. “He didn't,” she finally blinked a few times, and three more raps at her door were made. Juliet wouldn't have put it past fate to let whoever it was put a hole straight through her door. “This is the Seattle Police,” they said. “Open up!” Juliet's level of rage could have broken many people in half, but she remained logical and tried to fight through the sleep and anger that cursed her mind into a jumbled mess. “Tyson, you need to get him to the bathroom. There are two of his shirts in my top drawer – Please,” she said in slight desperation, as Tyson looked as if she were asking him to jump out the window into a busy street below. “Tyson, please,” she said again, and stepped over the throw up that was right next to the door. Juliet rummaged through her frantic mind for what she was going to say, settling on a lie. She put on a sleepy facade, though she was much more awake than she had been just thirty minutes before, and answered the door.
-------"Yes, can I help you?” she said, breathing in slow and loud, dropping her eyelids as if she had just woken up. Juliet ran her hands through her hair, opening the door just a little wider so her body filled the crevice, her other arm resting up the side. The police officer was young, but the lines under his eyes and around his mouth made him appear aged and tired. Still, he was handsome, his blond hair in small tufts upon his head. He took her in, his blue eyes quite pretty as they searched her face for any trace wrong. “There were several reports that a drunk male had entered the building,” he began, his tone important but attractive. “There were also complaints about noise pollution. Are you holding a party of any kind?” he asked, his tone softening as she faked a yawn. “Honestly, officer, does it look like I'm hosting a party?” He seemed at a loss of words, and she resisted rolling her eyes at him despite the fact that he was someone she'd ask a number of in the case that she was single. But, as it was, her boyfriend was in her apartment and completely drunk out of his mind. Which was why she needed to keep this idiot out of her apartment. “I think you should stop being a noise pollution yourself and let me go back to bed. I promise you there isn't a disturbance here,” she said in a half-joking tone, pleasant but stern. He looked like Ty as he opened his mouth to say something, but Juliet cut him off as well. “And I have work in about two hours,” Could this guy just leave already? What was his name? Levi McAllister is what his name tag said. Juliet had endured encounters with police back when she would drink far too much for her own good. She had dealt with wittier cops than this. “Please, Officer McAllister?” she smiled, hoping to work her charm, and his gaze seemed to soften as well as his voice did earlier, but those blue eyes still looked doubtful. Jules began to regret the impulse to be rudely snappy to Ty, wondering if he had followed her instruction or not.
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comments, i'm sorry! D:! it just happened! i didn't even knowwwwww. oh, and lol @ levi's cameo. i miss him. and also, i'm sorryyyy. :c don't even match me, okay!? k. c: pwease don't eat me.
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Post by tyson carter. on Jul 27, 2009 2:39:04 GMT -5
NO CHAIN NO LOCK THIS TRAIN WON'T STOP
and we got no friends no doubt all in balls out it was hardly a rare occurrence, jules’ snapping at him. in fact, it was an event that happened at the very least once a day whenever he was around her. were it not for the fact that it was juliet and if she weren’t female he’d probably knock her one for treating him like a fool who didn’t understand simple english. ty! don’t drink from the milk carton! ty, would you quit leaving your clothes lying around! ty, wash your own dishes once your done! ty! ty! TY! the girl could be darn anal about some things, he did suppose it was her house and she didn’t really want to be picking up after him but it just wasn’t an easy task having to put up with someone he actually needed to answer to. he’d always done things for his mother because he’d been young and wanted to impress. he’d done things for his sister because he loved her and because she wasn’t a chore to put up with. but the main authority in his life had been his dear old father and that man rarely, if ever, got his way with ty. he supposed he did somewhat deserve the treatment jules’ gave him, he needed a more sensible influence in his life and there were times that he seemed to say some of the most moronic things. but still, he just had to defend himself on this one. it was some sort of reflex he just couldn’t stop and when she questioned him he couldn’t help but come back with something overly smart arsed in response. unfortunately, she cut him off leaving him with just the options of shooting her one of those looks and hope she understood, though she’d probably ignore him.
but even for ty, the image of the guy who apparently was loved by juliet swaying and awash with some form of grief seemed a little upsetting. the other side of him, the arsehole side, figured it was a little pathetic but he had only reminisce back to the days when he too was somewhat of a lovesick fool to understand just what could be coursing through the two beings before him. it was a connection that he was wrong to judge and probably wouldn’t be able to comprehend; for all couples there was something different holding them together, keeping them there needing each other, keeping them vulnerable to the kind of emotional pain jake was probably experiencing in that moment. if it weren’t for the thoroughly drunken state the other male was in, tyson would have felt like he was intruding on something he probably shouldn’t have been. but ty didn’t know jake but he certainly knew the kind of shit that could happen when one’s mind was being messed with by an outside influence such as alcohol, one just didn’t have to be a psychologist to know that.
then again, it seemed rather unlikely jake would be doing much other than sleeping one hell of a bad decision off. tyson rather fancied that he had left the throwing up after too much alcohol back in his college days, certainly something he wasn’t going back to anytime soon. left brow raised in yet another sceptical expression and he stared at the mess jake had left for them, not at all keen on cleaning the stuff up. still in the current situation, tyson could clearly state that he had no freaking idea what to do. eyes shot from jake slumped against the wall to the vomit that, on another inspection, was something he so wasn’t going to touch to juliet and then finally the door. as his gaze swept to juliet when she finally spoke up, he almost felt glad that he had not done that on her white carpet. at least jake technically had some sort of immunity from permanent physical harm being her boyfriend, the one she cared for above practically everyone else and all that. tyson, on the other hand, would probably have been subjected to whatever cruel torture juliet pleased. after all, he had experienced her temper that one time he’d spent a week in her apartment for some reason he’d entirely forgotten. point was, that time it had just been a week’s worth of dishes unwashed, a bedroom almost completely in disarray and a fair numerous items out of place.
his thoughts on what punishment he would have had to endure was broken by juliet’s entirely stupid idea. there was no freaking way he was going to somehow get that guy, her boyfriend or not, to the bathroom just after he’d done a fair job of throwing up. but of course, she had to pull a plead and he had no option but to hurl mr tyler up and toward the bathroom where he promptly dumped the other on the floor by the toilet. quickly dropping into the spare room and grabbing a shirt for himself on the way to juliet’s room for one of the boyfriend’s shirts that apparently existed within her draw, tyson couldn’t help but overhear juliet’s little performance. the girl certainly knew how to get her way; it was, after all, the only reason he was bothering with the whole 'save the drunkard mission' she was on. any other time it would have been quite the entertainment having someone else being dragged away in cuffs for being a community disturbance or whatever else the cops liked to use the law to label a basic troublemaker.
back in the bathroom, ty checked that dear jake hadn’t let go of the rest of what may have been in his stomach on any other surface of juliet’s apartment before handing the fresh shirt over and leaning on the basin. arms crossed over his chest, gaze lazily on jake while his continued to listen in on juliet dealing with the cop. "couldn’t have done it with more class huh?" he said eventually in an almost playful, though however mocking tone; just as he would have down if he were back at school in a shared dorm and this had happened.
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Post by jacob tyler. on Jul 29, 2009 19:40:01 GMT -5
Why was the room spinning so violently? And how had Jacob ended up on the floor? This felt almost as if it were a dream. His vision was a mess of colors and shapes dancing before him with no real rhythm. Any sound that was made was lost, never quite making it to his ears. And if it was a dream, it was quickly becoming a nightmare. The young man couldn't quite recall why he was here. And he'd almost forgotten where here was. The banging on the door went completely unnoticed by the Australian mess who was sitting rather dazed and confused against the wall. He took no notice of Juliet pleading with the older male to remove him from the doorway. For he hadn't seemed to register the loud knocking an shouting coming from the other side of the wooden thing. How out of it was he, really? Honestly, he wasn't sure. But he did know that he was far more gone than he had been in a very long time. Did it scare him? No, not really. The mere confusion and memory was doing a good job of keeping him away from fear and leading closer to the sweet relief of sleep. But there was still a nagging feeling that told him he should not sleep. Not yet, anyway. He didn't know why, but there it sat, and it was hard not to obey such a feeling.
It was when he felt himself being hauled up from his makeshift place of solitude that his vision cleared slightly and he was able to hear what was going on once again. Maybe being forcefully moved into a bathroom was good for jarring him somewhat back into the realm of consciousness. As he was dropped to the floor, he let out a low moan of surprise. The spinning returned and he blinked furiously in hopes that the white tiles would stop moving and return to their quite solid position on the floor. Somehow he was able to shakily get to his knees and discover he was quite alone in this bathroom. A split second later, he was thankful for being so close to the toilet as he barely made it to the porcelain thing to dump the rest of his stomach's contents into it's basin. Poor Jacob hadn't thrown up this much since his stomach flu the year before. And really, it wasn't a pleasant experience in the least. In fact, it was one of his least favorite things to do. Aside from hurting Juliet. But it seemed that he'd managed to do both things quite nicely today. Even in his current state, he was well aware of this. It was funny how he had managed to only screw things up more by this little visit, rather than fixing things with her. Which really had been his intention. As misplaced as it had been.
Seconds after he pushed himself off of the toilet seat and into an odd sitting position on the floor, the figure of Juliet's friend entered the room once again. This time he spoke to Jake while tossing him what seemed to be a shirt. A wary expression invaded the young man's eyes while he watched the other. At this point he had no strength left in him to manage hating this fellow. Whoever he was. And so he merely gave an unsure and shaky laugh at his comment after it had sunk in. Jacob hadn't been aware that one could throw up on a carpet with any sort of class. Perhaps it took a seasoned professional to be able to achieve such a goal. But, as was completely obvious by now, Jake was no professional at this game. In fact, he was quite terrible at it. Something he'd never really been ashamed of before now. Though, he wasn't necessarily ashamed of not having experience. He was more ashamed that he hadn't handle this encounter with a little more... grace. Then again, grace was a hard thing to come by when you were stumbling drunk.
It was then that Juliet's soft voice finally drifted to his ears once again. And it was like something in him snapped. For some odd reason, he was going to try and apologize to her once again. But this time he had a few more things to apologize for. And so, without warning, he began to try and stand up, ignoring entirely the item of clothing that had been presented to him. His first attempt didn't end so well as he managed to smack his head against the very toilet that he been his relief only moments before. But the now throbbing pain in his head did little to deter him from his new mission. Pain was not an issue at this moment in time. Because honestly, he barely felt it. All but forgetting that there was someone else in the bathroom, he managed to crawl to the door and attempted to pull himself up using the doorknob. However, it merely turned, opening the door and allowing him to fall out of the bathroom and onto his face for what felt like the millionth time that night. This time it was proving harder to get himself off of the ground again. Fate really wasn't being nice to him at all today.
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TAGGED: jakliet, holla!
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Post by juliet hayes. on Aug 1, 2009 22:33:57 GMT -5
-------Sometimes Juliet failed to understand why she did the things she did. Her past was shady, and while it may not have been as bad as one Victoire Carter's, it was certainly enough to cause her damage. This went on to unsettle her in the worst way, and she lamented over it on sleepless nights whilst staring at the clouds she had skillfully painted on her ceiling the day she moved in. Her old apartment had been ruined – everything in it had been completely demolished. She happened to recover some of her old belongings, but it did not do much good. She was given some relief money and with the aid of the man she used to call her father, she managed to buy a complete set of furniture for each room in her new home. The matter had been looking up, until she met her neighbors. They were less than pleased to see that a twenty-year-old had managed to grab an apartment of such high caliber. They were not impressed with her business skill. Instead, they took to resenting every little thing she did to disturb their peace, even if they were yelling on a constant basis. Across the hall lived Jan Ian, who was around fifty. She looked like she would have been a dyke in her younger years, in Juliet's opinion, and she was constantly glaring at Juliet for simple things, such as closing the door too loud or jingling her keys enough to draw attention. Jan also had an odd taste in fashion, wore dark make up, and owned about five cats that meowed constantly. This unsettled Penelope, a one-year-old Beagle that Jake had bought her for her birthday. The good-natured dog remained quiet, but at times enjoyed trying to escape to bark madly at Jan's door. This, needless to say, had a rather dismal effect on Juliet's already-failing reputation. On the right there was George and Georgina Hapgood. Juliet thought they were joking about being married with those names, but she guessed wrong when they gave her a dirty look for suggesting it. They were the Joneses of the apartment, waiting to earn enough money to get a white picket fence around their greener than green yard. Finally, on the left, was Pierre Keebler, a true dickhead. Every one of these people had nearly driven Juliet out of her home more than once, but Juliet was not easily unsettled. She enjoyed her apartment, even if the bathroom door swung in instead of out.
-------Now, Juliet was certain that Jan Ian was peaking out of her window at the back of Levi McAllister's blond crew-cut hair. Keebler's door was open a crack, and the Hapgoods were pressing their ears to the wall. Juliet did her best to remain calm and “sleepy”, but the Officer stood there, his ears obviously peeled for any suspicious activity. He waited a while longer before opening his mouth to say something (surely that he was leaving) but before he could, a series of crashes came from the hallway where the bathroom was. “What was that?” he asked her, his eyes questioning and his lips dropped. Juliet thought quickly. “My dog,” she smiled convincingly, but then Penelope came trotting up next to her, eying the officer. He looked down at her, raising an eyebrow at Juliet. “Or my cat,” she said, rubbing her right eye. “Look, Officer. I really, really need some sleep. Have a good night,” she said, beginning to close the door. He reached his hand out to press it against the door, however. “Are you sure there's nothing you need to tell me?” Now he was pulling the 'Oh, there may be a secret thread with a gun to her head!' deal. “This isn't Panic Room and unlike Jodie Foster, I actually need to work for my money. So if you'll excuse me, Officer, I'm closing the door now and going back to bed. If you want a drug bust, go down to Ewell Park. I see a lot of kids rolling joints. Bye!” said Juliet expertly before he could protest, and she closed the door. Locking it, she watched him out of the peep hole. He stood there for a second as if he didn't know what to do with himself, and then finally walked back toward the stairs. She watched him until he was completely out of her view and then strode across the hallway, her long legs carrying her. “What the fuck was that?” she asked, not excusing her language now that she was ready to unleash the wrath of Jan Ian when one of her cats got out. Then she saw Jake lying on the floor and her anger only increased, but with it came a rush of sorrow for the poor guy. He was just here to destroy her life. Or apologize. Knowing Jake, it was the latter. And since when did she ever give him an easy time in those times she had stumbled drunkenly into his home? He had gotten grounded on numerous occasions because of her, even if the Tylers later joked about it.
-------So, now she was feeling remorse. All of this was quite irritating, as she felt it in her mind to be every kind of angry at him. It was programmed into Juliet's nature that she was rather unforgiving. She enjoyed being dramatic, even if she would never admit it, and felt it necessary that those who made mistakes reap the consequences. Especially those people who caused her this much trouble. It happened frequently, but Juliet once again found herself making an exception for the puddle of Jacob Marcus Tyler that was now trying to regain his composure and sit. Once he had, Juliet glared at Dean's smiling face (he seemed to find all of this rather amusing) and grabbed the shirt from near the toilet. She flushed it, grimacing at the smell she was suddenly aware of. Juliet glanced at Tyson. “Thanks,” she said in a brittle tone. Juliet pulled Jake's shirt off, wishing they were in different circumstances, and continued. “I'm not going to ask if you want to, but can you help me get him to the couch?” Jake sat there, mumbling. Juliet stood and decided to save her bitterness for the morning. Right now Jake needed her to take care of him. Opening the cabinet door above the toilet, she grabbed a few wash clothes and some baby wipes. She returned to crouching down next to Jake, watching Ty lean against the door frame, crossing his arms as he so often did. She thought back to what she had said to Jake and how much of a lie it was. Juliet loved Tyson. She would always love him, but the amount of love she held was one fit for a brother. It made her feel a tad more guilty than before now that she thought on it again, the way she had saddened Jacob. His state was worse than it had been upon walking in her door. Juliet sighed at him as she wiped a random streak of dirt from his cheek, realizing there was an underlying cut there. Within the next ten minutes, she had fixed him up and put him in a new shirt, all the while listening to his mumbling and apologies. By now, the bathroom light was on as well as the hall and living room. It was nearly four in the morning. “Okay, Ty,” she said, wondering if he was still standing there. She didn't look up to check. “Can you help me get him to the couch?” she glanced at Jake. “I think it'd be better if we just helped him. I don't want him to fall and hit his head again,” she looked at the now-dry cut and bump forming on his forehead. “I promise dinner's on me next time,” she offered. “I won't change the channel when you're watching your games on my television?” she asked, sweetening the deal. “... For a week,” she added, not sure how long she could stand it. “Please?”
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listening to, welcome home - coheed & cambria.
status is, finished.
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